[nas]
damn! look how muh-fuckers use a nigga
just use me for whatever the fuck they want
i donand't get to say shit
just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
sell me, throw me away
niggaz just donand't give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
like iand'm a f... iand'm a gun, shit
itand's like iand'm a motherfuckin gun
i canand't believe this shit....
word up.. (word up..)
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
they grab and me bullets spray
they use me wrong so i sing this song and'til this day
my body is cold steel for real
i was made to kill, thatand's why they keep me concealed
under car seats they sneak me in clubs
been in the hands of mad thugs
they feed me when they load me with mad slugs
seventeen precisely, one in my head
they call me desert eagle, semi-auto with lead
iand'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
ohio to little rock to canarsie, livin harshly
beat up and battered, they pull me out
i watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill
but what i feel it never mattered
when iand'm empty iand'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
a broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves
under beds, so i beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
keep me full up with hollow heads
Chorus: nas (repeat 2x)
How you like me now? i go blaow
itand's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
i might have took your first child
scarred your life, crippled your style
i gave you power
i made you buck wild
[nas]
always iand'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
the barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
pull my skin back and cock me, i bust off when they unlock me
results of what happens to niggaz shock me
i see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
iand've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause i was sprayed
i was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say
five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
but yo i had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
i make myself jam right in my ownerand's hand
Chorus
[nas]
yo, weeks went by and iand'm surprised
still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
besides me itand's bullets, two vests and then a nine
thereand's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
cause he ainand't been cleaned in a year, heand's rusty as clear
heand's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
yo, i can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf
his eyes bubblin, he said, andquot;it was onandquot;
i felt his palm troubled him shakin
somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin
he placed me on his waist, the moment iand've been waitin
my creation was for blacks to kill blacks
itand's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
but this time, itand's done intentionally
he walked me outside, saw this cat
cocked me back, said, andquot;remember me?andquot;
he pulled the trigger but i held on, it felt wrong
knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for and'im
he squeezed harder, i didnand't budge, sick of the blood
sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next manand's grudge
what the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
a newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
my owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
i didnand't know he was hit, itand's over with
heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
now iand'm happy, until i felt somebody else grab me
damn!
