Damn! Look how use a nigga use me for whatever the fuck they want I don't get to say grab me, just do what the fuck they want Sell me, me away Niggaz just don't give a about a nigga like me right? I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a gun I can't believe shit... up... (word up)
I seen some cold and bloody days grab and me bullets spray They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til day My is cold steel for real I was to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad They feed me they load me with mad slugs Seventeen precisely, one in my They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto lead I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many Ohio to Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly Beat up and battered, pull me out I watch as niggaz scattered, me kill But what I it never mattered When I'm I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired A broken safety, niggaz me in shelves beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred Keep me full up hollow heads
How you like me I go blaow It's that shit that moves makin every ghetto foul I might have took first child Scarred your life, crippled your I gave you I you buck wild
How you like me I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds makin ghetto foul I might have took your child Scarred life, crippled your style I gave you I you buck wild
Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the The is my dick, uncircumcised my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me Results of what happens to niggaz me I see niggaz bleedin runnin me in fear, stunningly tears Fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for I've been used in robberies, niggaz heart to follow me Placin peoples in graves, funerals made I was sprayed I was in a shelf, with a grenade Met a wrecked-up tech numbers on his chest that say and zero Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police place he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him Tired of murderin, made him be a plain gun But yo I had some other plans, like the next the beef is on I make myself jam right in my hand
How you like me I go blaow It's shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul I have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled style I you power I made you buck
How you like me I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto I might have took your child Scarred your life, crippled style I you power I made you buck
Yo, weeks went by and I'm Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an hides Besides me it's bullets, two vests and a nine There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that cryin Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's as clear He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder Yo, I can hear comin in, open the shelf His bubblin, he said, "It was on" I felt his palm troubled him stomped him out, his dome was achin He me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin My creation was for blacks to blacks It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, niggaz memories But time, it's done intentionally He walked me outside, saw cat me back, said, "Remember me?" He the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, 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 the chase My owner to the floor, his wig split so fast I didn't know he was hit, it's with mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin Now I'm happy, I felt somebody else grab me Damn!