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