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Dadi
Guest
They tell me put the dope down, and it won't hurt no more
But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo'
They tell me keep my trigga finger
easy, I'll open up your body
Too many casualties around here, dead bodies around here
And I can't get caught up, preacher can you save me, save me
They said it was gonna get greater later
But now I can't help to think that it ain't
But a nigga was fed up with this
life, thinking about running
a razor blade
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 did I do wrong,
why do everybody wanna see a nigga fall
Mama dead an daddy can't be found
So when I'm stressed out, who the fuck can I call
All alone in my own 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 tha mind
Trying to wonder why do Jesus let this keep happening
To a nigga that's steady being on his knees
And I'm begging you please, have mercy on me
Find a nigga a better way, right about now I'm 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 you've created, look at what you did to me
Z-Ro
They tell me all the liquor ain't good for me
But it drowns out the vision of my casket
It's either my life or your life, that's right
I'm gon let you haaave it
Everyday haters, can't understand
The way I move my hands in ways, not known to man
Cause I can't get caught up
Preacher can you save me, save me
Could it be the invisible, individual nigga
That got to get more bigger
Got a hell of a one hitter quitter knock out, bigger
Motherfucker got mo' skills with a trigga
Shootung scud missiles, dropping a bomb
Chucking hand grenades, C4's 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 mind was thinking throwed
Find more similar lyrics on LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME Lyrics Z-RO
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, laid back on my ass
With a maid and a butler
Sipping on a ice cold glass
God damn it, I'ma do it but I had to start introdcin em'
To mac nine plus one that's ten
Better think, many murders would of been avoided
I just wanted a friend, feel me
But they can't kill me, but I don't give a fuck
If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo'
You ain't dealing with the same
motherfucker from three years ago
will a nigga fight fair, knocking out a patch out your hair
with a quick lick, from a damn breaking, a nigga done went 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 couldn't live with it
It's gonna be hard for the other motherf**kers to try
Cause they dying, hey mama
I want my Tunker toys right now
Don't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill again
I kill em out, till the world is empty
Look at the the album cover
That's what you did to me
But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo'
They tell me keep my trigga finger
easy, I'll open up your body
Too many casualties around here, dead bodies around here
And I can't get caught up, preacher can you save me, save me
They said it was gonna get greater later
But now I can't help to think that it ain't
But a nigga was fed up with this
life, thinking about running
a razor blade
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 did I do wrong,
why do everybody wanna see a nigga fall
Mama dead an daddy can't be found
So when I'm stressed out, who the fuck can I call
All alone in my own 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 tha mind
Trying to wonder why do Jesus let this keep happening
To a nigga that's steady being on his knees
And I'm begging you please, have mercy on me
Find a nigga a better way, right about now I'm 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 you've created, look at what you did to me
Z-Ro
They tell me all the liquor ain't good for me
But it drowns out the vision of my casket
It's either my life or your life, that's right
I'm gon let you haaave it
Everyday haters, can't understand
The way I move my hands in ways, not known to man
Cause I can't get caught up
Preacher can you save me, save me
Could it be the invisible, individual nigga
That got to get more bigger
Got a hell of a one hitter quitter knock out, bigger
Motherfucker got mo' skills with a trigga
Shootung scud missiles, dropping a bomb
Chucking hand grenades, C4's 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 mind was thinking throwed
Find more similar lyrics on LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME Lyrics Z-RO
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, laid back on my ass
With a maid and a butler
Sipping on a ice cold glass
God damn it, I'ma do it but I had to start introdcin em'
To mac nine plus one that's ten
Better think, many murders would of been avoided
I just wanted a friend, feel me
But they can't kill me, but I don't give a fuck
If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo'
You ain't dealing with the same
motherfucker from three years ago
will a nigga fight fair, knocking out a patch out your hair
with a quick lick, from a damn breaking, a nigga done went 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 couldn't live with it
It's gonna be hard for the other motherf**kers to try
Cause they dying, hey mama
I want my Tunker toys right now
Don't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill again
I kill em out, till the world is empty
Look at the the album cover
That's what you did to me
