Look What You Did To Me Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em]They tell me put the dope down,
and it [Am]won't hurt [Em]no more
But the only thing I really seem to under[Am]stand,
is murda mo'
They tell me keep my [Em]trigga finger easy,
I'll open up your [Am]body
Too [Em]many casualties [Am]around here,
dead [Em]bodies around here
And I can't get caught [Am]up,
preacher can you [Em]save me, [Am]save me
They said it was gonna get [Em]greater later

[Verse 2]
But now I can't help to think that it ain't
But a nigga was fed up [Am]with this life,
thinking about running over to play
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
[Em]Taken out there,
pulling smith for the thangs that I never did
Coming up as a a [Am]young kid
Trying to get rid of all the
animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids,
[Em]what do I do
And why do everybody want
to see a nigga fall
[Am]Mama and daddy can't be found
So when I'm stressed out,
who the fuck can I call
All alone in [Em]my zone, with no friends
So I chose to make friends with drugs
[Am]'Cause everyday,
every[D]body around [Am]me
Trying to clown me,
so I got afraid and I got buzzed
[Em]Out of frustration came
aggravation
Depression coming down [Am]in my mind
Kept a nigga confused
and straight crying
Dying, from sweet sticks in line
[Em]Throwed off in my my mind
Trying to wonder why do Jesus
let this [Am]keep happening
To [D]a nigga that's steady
being [Am]on his knees
And I'm begging you please,
[Em]have mercy on me
Find a nigga [Am]a better way,
right about now I'm to the point
Somebody better take this
infrared away
[Em]'Cause if it go too long,
and I got a piece of chrome
And I want to you to come
and look and see
[Am]The monster that you've created,
look at what you did to me

[Verse 3]
[Em]They tell me how the
liquor ain't good for [Am]me
But it drowns out the vision of my casket
[Em]It's either my life or your life,
that's [Am]right
I'm gon let you [Em]have it
Everyday haters, can't understand
[Am]The way I move my hands in ways,
not [Em]known to man
'Cause I can't get [Am]caught up
Preacher can you [Em]save me, [Am]save me

[Verse 4]
Could it be the [Em]invisible, individual nigga
That got to get more bigger
But big got a [Am]hand on one hitter,
quarter I got bigger
Motherfucking bombs mo'
skits with a trig[Em]ga
Shoots gun [Am]missiles,
[Em]dropping a bomb
Chucking hand grenades,
C4's ex[Am]plode
When I be sleeping on the same bench,
[Em]for nine d[Am]ays
Living off of hot water and
[Em]cheerios
Here it goes, my click back gotta roll
Nigga mom was thinking [Am]throwed
A twenty four fists apposed to those
They acting like nothing
but bitches and hoes
Sup[Em]pose,
all a nigga wanted was the good life
Live in up[Am]per class,
laying back on my ass
With a maid and a butler
Sipping on a ice cold glass
God [Em]damn it, I'ma do it but I had
to start in the deuce
To 'em, nine plus [Am]one that's ten
Better think,
many murders would of been avoided
I just wanted a friend, feel [Em]me
But they can't kill me,
cause I don't give a fuck
If I bust with a [Am]gun,
'cause I don't give a damn no mo'
You ain't dealing with the same
motherfucker from three years ago
When a nigga [Em]fight fair,
knocking a patch out your hair
But it quickly, from a damn breaking,
a nigga going [Am]crazy
Look at what civilization done made me
This is my era [Em]of terror,
I am the man with the gun
That admitted never to miss,
would of ever miss
[Am]When it be busting,
[Em]a lot of you [Am]gonna be rushing
'Cause a nigga war like this
[Em]Innocent child with a smile with
a [Am]dream of advanced
To the top, but I got a gun [C]in your mouth
You want to [Am]respect me now,
should of
Respected a nigga when you
had a chance
[Em]Haters, been making me into a [Am]punk
trying to [Em]figure me weak
Better get [C]ready,
fore' them [Am]put zip- locs
And a whole of cops,
and a whole lot of [Em]blood stained
Sheets, drunk a lot of beers,
shed a bunch of tears
When I reminisce on them years,
when I [Am]see little boys and girls
Living the life that I wanted to live
[Em]Since I really couldn't live with it
It's gonna be hard for the other
motherfuckers [Am]to try
'Cause they dying, hey mama
I want my Tunker toys right now
Don't [Em]make me cry,
I don't want to have to kill again
I kill 'em out, till the world [Am]is empty
Look at the the album cover
That's what you did [Em]to[Am][Em][Am]
[Em]me[Am][Em]

[Outro 1]
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