Nas - I Gave You Power Lyrics
[nas]Damn! look how muh-*****ers use a niggaJust use me for whatever the ***** they wantI dont get to say shitJust grab me, just do what the ***** they wantSell me, throw me awayNiggaz just dont give a ***** about a nigga like me right?Like Im a f... Im a gun, shitIts like Im a mother*****in gunI cant believe this shit....Word up.. (word up..)I seen some cold nights and bloody daysThey grab and me bullets sprayThey use me wrong so I sing this song til this dayMy body is cold steel for realI was made to kill, thats why they keep me concealedUnder car seats they sneak me in clubsBeen in the hands of mad thugsThey feed me when they load me with mad slugsSeventeen precisely, one in my headThey call me desert eagle, semi-auto with leadIm seven inches four pounds, been through so many townsOhio to little rock to canarsie, livin harshlyBeat up and battered, they pull me outI watch as niggaz scattered, makin me killBut what I feel it never matteredWhen Im empty Im quiet, findin myself fiendin to be firedA broken safety, niggaz place me in shelvesUnder beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbredKeep me full up with hollow headsChorus: nas (repeat 2x)How you like me now? I go blaowIts that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foulI might have took your first childScarred your life, crippled your styleI gave you powerI made you buck wild[nas]Always Im in some shit, my abdomen is the clipThe barrel is my dick, uncircumcisedPull my skin back and ***** me, I bust off when they unlock meResults of what happens to niggaz shock meI see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tearsFall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for yearsIve been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow mePlacin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayedI was laid in a shelf, with a grenadeMet a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that sayFive-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zeroHad a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would placeWhere he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim himTired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gunBut yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is onI make myself jam right in my owners handChorus[nas]Yo, weeks went by and Im surprisedStill stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hidesBesides me its bullets, two vests and then a nineTheres a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryinCause he aint been cleaned in a year, hes rusty as clearHes bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder careerYo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelfHis eyes bubblin, he said, it was onI felt his palm troubled him shakinSomebody stomped him out, his dome was achinHe placed me on his waist, the moment Ive been waitinMy creation was for blacks to kill blacksIts gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memoriesBut this time, its done intentionallyHe walked me outside, saw this cat*****ed me back, said, remember me?He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrongKnowing niggaz is waiting in hell for imHe squeezed harder, I didnt budge, sick of the bloodSick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next mans grudgeWhat the other kid did was pull out, no doubtA newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chaseMy owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fastI didnt know he was hit, its over withHeard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is cominNow Im happy, until I felt somebody else grab meDamn!
