[Produced by DJ Premier]
[Intro]
Damn, look how muh-f**ers use a n***a
Just use me for whatever the f** they want
I don't get to say sh**
Just grab me, just do what the f** they want
Sell me, throw me away
n***as just don't give a f** about a n***a like me, right
Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, sh**
It's like I'm a motherf**ing gun
I can't believe this sh**
Word up, word up
[Verse 1]
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab me and bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel for real
I was made to k**, 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 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 n***as scattered, making me k**
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, finding myself fiending to be fired
A broken safety, n***as place me in shelves
Under beds so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads
[Hook] x2
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that sh** 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 buckwild
[Verse 2]
Always I'm in some sh**
My abdomen is the clip, the barrel is my dick uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and co*k me
I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to n***as shock me
I see n***as 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 n***as 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
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five 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
[Hook] x2
[Verse 3]
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 k** Blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making n***as memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
co*ked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing n***as is waiting in hell for him
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 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 n***as screaming, n***as running, cops is coming
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me, damn