Представляем точный текст композиции "Look What You Did To Me" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Look What You Did To Me» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "Look What You Did To Me"
Lyrics to Look What You Did To Me : [Z-Ro] They tell me put the dope down, and it wont hurt no more But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo They tell me keep my trigga finger easy, Ill open up your body Too many casualties around here, dead bodies around here And I cant get caught up, preacher can you save me, save me They said it was gonna get greater later But now I cant help to think that it aint But a nigga was fed up with this life, thinking about running over to play Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint Taken out there, pulling smith for the thangs that I never did Coming up as a a young kid Trying to get rid of all the animosity towards me That was shown by the other kids, what do I do And why do everybody wanna see a nigga fall Mama and daddy cant be found So when Im stressed out, who the fuck can I call All alone in my zone, with no friends So I chose to make friends with drugs Cause everyday, everybody around me Trying to clown me, so I got afraid and I got buzzed Out of frustration came aggravation Depression coming down in my mind Kept a nigga confused and straight crying Dying, from sweet sticks in line Throwed off in my my mind Trying to wonder why do Jesus let this keep happening To a nigga thats steady being on his knees And Im begging you please, have mercy on me Find a nigga a better way, right about now Im to the point Somebody better take this infrared away Cause if it go too long, and I got a piece of chrome And I want to you to come and look and see The monster that youve created, look at what you did to me [Z-Ro] They tell me how the liquor aint good for me But it drowns out the vision of my casket Its either my life or your life, thats right Im gon let you haaave it Everyday haters, cant understand The way I move my hands in ways, not known to man Cause I cant get caught up Preacher can you save me, save me Could it be the invisible, individual nigga That got to get more bigger But big got a hand on one hitter, quarter I got bigger Motherfucking bombs mo skits with a trigga Shoots gun missiles, dropping a bomb Chucking hand grenades, C4s explode When I be sleeping on the same bench, for nine days Living off of hot water and cheerios Here it goes, my click back gotta roll Nigga mom was thinking throwed A 24 fists apposed to those They acting like nothing but bitches and hoes Suppose, all a nigga wanted was the good life Live in upper class, laying back on my ass With a maid and a butler Sipping on a ice cold glass God damn it, Ima do it but I had to start in the deuce To em, nine plus one thats ten Better think, many murders would of been avoided I just wanted a friend, feel me But they cant kill me, cause I dont give a fuck If I bust with a gun, cause I dont give a damn no mo You aint dealing with the same motherfucker from three years ago When a nigga fight fair, knocking a patch out your hair But it quickly, from a damn breaking, a nigga going crazy Look at what civilization done made me This is my era of terror, I am the man with the gun That admitted never to miss, would of ever miss When it be busting, a lot of you gonna be rushing Cause a nigga war like this Innocent child with a smile with a dream of advanced To the top, but I got a gun in your mouth You want to respect me now, should of Respected a nigga when you had a chance Haters, been making me into a punk trying to figure me weak Better get ready, fore them put zip-locs And a whole of cops, and a whole lot of blood stained Sheets, drunk a lot of beers, shed a bunch of tears When I reminisce on them years, when I see little boys and girls Living the life that I wanted to live Since I really couldnt live with it Its gonna be hard for the other motherfuckers to try Cause they dying, hey mama I want my Tunker toys right now Dont make me cry, I dont wanna have to kill again I kill em out, till the world is empty Look at the the album cover Thats what you did to me (*talking*) If I done told you once I done told you a thousand times Its plain to see that you cant change me Nigga cause Ima forever be a nigga for life A thug nigga, a Guerilla Maab nigga A Killa Klan nigga, a Mo City nigga Mo City mean mo killers, mo blood spillers Mo burglars, mo murderers Mo kick door burglars, mo niggas Thatll slap a patch out your motherfucking ass For real, count on it, respect it Trust it and believe it, we aint no Fake ass niggas we real, packing loaded steel Ready to bust at will, we dont love you Look at what you did to me [ Look What You Did To Me Lyrics ]
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