DJ Premier - I Gave You Power lyrics

[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