Guerilla Maab

Guerilla Maab - Tell Me What You See lyrics

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[Chorus]

Tell me what you see, when you look at me

A G that's me, I don't know why

I live my life, like I don't care, I don't care


[Z-Ro]

Nothing but good intentions, when I started out as a kid

Living my life but when it happened, I couldn't understand what mama did

Leave me, it wasn't easy, it was hard

Everybody was looking unhappy, but I was looking for God

Receiving beatings on a daily basis, for C's and D's

If it wasn't the honor roll, my father wasn't fucking with me

Herm Clark to South Park, to Ridgemont 4

That's where the devil developed, the Christian killa called 'Ro

An adduction to dro and drank, heavy on the sherm

And you don't wanna get fronted by Joseph, cause his turns burn

Nigga fuck you pay me, but its been slow round here 'Ro 

Nigga fuck you pay me, before you become part of the flo'

And I ain't playing no games, cause ain't nobody ever played with me

Trusted nobody, even my people that done stayed with me

Out to get me, that's how I feel about y'all

Just give me my ten, or you fin to see what my steel about dog

Five fingers on my right, and that's how many niggas I trust

Eugene, Jordan, Mexican D and D.P., D-Los sipping purple stuff

A drug addict, that's how I'm feeling right now

Another numb nigga, cause I ain't got no feelings right now

Don't give a fuck about nothing, its like I'm living to die

I let a woman through in my mind, now I'm unable to cry

Your feelings is your feelings, but my feelings is gone

Cause when a nigga needed your feelings, your feelings wasn't shown

Now I smoke weed rolling around, aimlessly

Take pride in whooping niggas, beat they ass shamelessly

Dorothy Marie send me a sign, are you proud of your boy

Ain't got no mansion or no Bentley, just a crib and a car

I wish I had a million dollas, but I got me some cash

I might not be from River Oaks, but I still got me some class

And when I say I'm dying I'm dying, you ain't gotta try to do me

I guess dentist was nervous, and tried to help somebody sue me

Who that thug nigga, moving units state to state 

I-10 connected with weight, but now replaced by tapes

And C.D.'s, I'm S.U.C till I D-I-E

Affilliated with C-R-I-P's, and B-L double O-D's

I'm not a gangsta, I just lean like that

Able to unload, and flee the murder scene like that

Call me what you wanna, call me crazy baby

But you ain't been paying no bills, where I lay my head lately baby

Don't know nothing about me, just know that I be rapping

Just know that you see me, everytime another murder happen

My grand finale, that's when I lay me down to sleep

Until then I rest, and so I creep

To and fro, seeking who I may devour

I ain't a devil, but a God in search of his power

So when you look at me, tell me what you think about

Crackers killing they self, over shit I smoke and drink about


[Chorus x2]
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