I Gave You Power

Lyrics

Damn!
 Look how mo'fuckers use a nigga
 Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
 I don't get to say shit
 Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
 Sell me, throw me away
 Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right?
 Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
 It's like I'm a motherfucking gun
 I can't believe this shit
 Word up, word up
 I seen some cold nights and bloody days
 They grab me, bullets spray
 They use me wrong, so I sing this song to this day
 My body is cold steel, for real
 I was made to kill, that'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
 17 precisely, one in my head
 They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
 I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
 Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly
 Beat up and battered
 They pull me out, I watch as niggas scattered
 Making me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered
 When I'm empty, I'm quiet, finding myself fiending to be fired
 A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves, under beds
 So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
 Keeping me full up with hollow heads
 How you like me now? I go blaow
 It's that shit that moves crowds, making 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
 How you like me now? I go blaow
 It's that shit that moves crowds, making 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
 Always I'm in some shit
 My abdomen is the clip, the barrel's my dick
 Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me
 I bust off when they unlock me
 Results of what happens to niggas shock me
 I see niggas bleeding, running from me in fear
 Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys
 For years, I've been used in robberies
 Giving niggas heart to follow me
 Placing peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed
 I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
 Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say
 5-2-0-9-3-8-5 and zero
 Had a serial defaced, hoping one day, police would place
 Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
 Tired of murdering, 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 owner's hand
 How you like me now? I go blaow
 It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
 I might have took your first child
 Scarred your life, or crippled your style
 I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
 How you like me now? I go blaow
 It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
 I might have took your first child
 Scarred your life, or crippled your style
 I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
 Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
 Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
 Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
 There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept crying
 'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear
 He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
 Yo, I can hear somebody coming in
 Open the shelf, his eyes bubbling
 He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him
 Shaking, somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching
 He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waiting
 My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks
 It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making niggas memories
 But this time, it's done intentionally
 He walked me outside, saw this cat
 Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
 He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
 Knowing niggas is waiting in Hell for him
 He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
 Sick of them thugs, sick of wrath of the next man'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 didn't know he was hit, it's over with
 Heard mad niggas screaming, niggas running, cops is coming
 Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
 Damn!
 

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
03:52
Key
6
Tempo
170 BPM

Share

More Songs by Nas

Albums by Nas

Similar Songs