Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the f*ck they want
I don't get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the f*ck they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggaz just don't give a f*ck about a nigga like me right?
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit
It's like [F]I'm a motherfuckin gun
I can't believe this shit...
Word up... (word up)
I seen some cold nights and [Bm]bloody days
They grab and [Bm]me bullets spray
They use me wrong [Am]so I sing this song [Am]'til this day
My body is cold steel for [Dm7]ɾeal
I was [Am7]made to [C7]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
Seventeen precisely, one in my [A]head
They call [Em]me Desert Eagle, semi-auto [C7]with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to [C7]Little Rock to [C7]Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and [Bm]battered, they pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to [C7]be [Am]fired
A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for [Dm7]my [A]next owner to [C7]be [Am]a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads
How you [A7like [F]me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto [C7]foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you [A7power
I made you [A7buck wild
How you [A7like [F]me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto [C7]foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you [A7power
I made you [A7buck wild
Always I'm in some shit, my [A]abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my [A]dick, uncircumcised
Pull my [A]skin back and [Bm]cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to [C7]niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin ɾunnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall [Em]down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for [Dm7]years
I've been used in ɾobberies, givin niggaz heart to [C7]follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was [Am7]sprayed
I was [Am7]laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on [C7]his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and [Bm]zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
Where he came from, a name or some sort of person [C7]to [C7]claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be [Am]a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like [F]the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam ɾight in my [A]owner's hand
How you [A7like [F]me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto [C7]foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you [A7power
I made you [A7buck wild
How you [A7like [F]me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto [C7]foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you [A7power
I made you [A7buck wild
Yo, weeks went by and [Bm]I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all [Em]the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and [Bm]then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and [Bm]that tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's ɾusty as clear
He's bout to [C7]fall [Em]to [C7]pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf
His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was [Am7]on"
I felt his palm tɾoubled him shakin
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was [Am7]achin
He placed me on [C7]his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My creation [C7]was [Am7]for [Dm7]blacks to [C7]kill blacks
It's gats like [F]me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the tɾigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for [Dm7]'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What the other kid did was [Am7]pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to [C7]the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was [Am7]hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz ɾunnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!
