Guerilla Maab

Tell Me What You See

  dirty south  southern rap  rap  houston  gangsta rap
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[Chorus]Tell me what you see, when you look at meA G that`s me, I don`t know whyI live my life, like I don`t care, I don`t care[Z-Ro]Nothing but good intentions, when I started out as a kidLiving my life but when it happened, I couldn`t understand what mama didLeave me, it wasn`t easy, it was hardEverybody was looking unhappy, but I was looking for GodReceiving beatings on a daily basis, for C`s and D`sIf it wasn`t the honor roll, my father wasn`t fucking with meHerm Clark to South Park, to Ridgemont 4That`s where the devil developed, the Christian killa called `RoAn adduction to dro and drank, heavy on the shermAnd you don`t wanna get fronted by Joseph, cause his turns burnNigga 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 meTrusted nobody, even my people that done stayed with meOut to get me, that`s how I feel about y`allJust give me my ten, or you fin to see what my steel about dogFive fingers on my right, and that`s how many niggas I trustEugene, Jordan, Mexican D and D.P., D-Los sipping purple stuffA drug addict, that`s how I`m feeling right nowAnother numb nigga, cause I ain`t got no feelings right nowDon`t give a fuck about nothing, its like I`m living to dieI let a woman through in my mind, now I`m unable to cryYour feelings is your feelings, but my feelings is goneCause when a nigga needed your feelings, your feelings wasn`t shownNow I smoke weed rolling around, aimlesslyTake pride in whooping niggas, beat they ass shamelesslyDorothy Marie send me a sign, are you proud of your boyAin`t got no mansion or no Bentley, just a crib and a carI wish I had a million dollas, but I got me some cashI might not be from River Oaks, but I still got me some classAnd when I say I`m dying I`m dying, you ain`t gotta try to do meI guess dentist was nervous, and tried to help somebody sue meWho that thug nigga, moving units state to state I-10 connected with weight, but now replaced by tapesAnd C.D.`s, I`m S.U.C till I D-I-EAffilliated with C-R-I-P`s, and B-L double O-D`sI`m not a gangsta, I just lean like thatAble to unload, and flee the murder scene like thatCall me what you wanna, call me crazy babyBut you ain`t been paying no bills, where I lay my head lately babyDon`t know nothing about me, just know that I be rappingJust know that you see me, everytime another murder happenMy grand finale, that`s when I lay me down to sleepUntil then I rest, and so I creepTo and fro, seeking who I may devourI ain`t a devil, but a God in search of his powerSo when you look at me, tell me what you think aboutCrackers killing they self, over shit I smoke and drink about[Chorus - 2x]

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