i gave you power

damn look how mutha fucka's using me just use me for whatever the fuck they want. i don't get to say shit. just grab me do what the fuck they want. sell me throw me away, niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right.... like i'm a gun shit i'm like a mutha fuckin' gun. i seen some cold nights and bloody days, they grab me 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 kill that's why they keep me concealed. under car seats they sneak me in clubs, been in the hands of the 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 rounds been through so many towns, ohio to little rock to canarsie living harshly. beat up and battered, they pull me out i watch this nigga scattered making me kill, but what i feel it never mattered, when i'm empty i'm quiet finding myself fienin' to be fired. broken safety niggas place me in shelves under beds so i beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred keep me filled up with hollow heads. how you like me now i go plow it's the shit 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 buck wild. always i'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip the barrel is my dick uncircumcised pull my skin back and cock me i bust off when they unlock me. results of what happens when niggas shock me i see niggas bleedin' runnin' from me in fear stunningly tears fall down the eyes of these so=called though guys for years i've been used in robberies giving niggas heart to follow me placing people in graves funerals made 'cause i was sprayed i was laid in a shelf with a grenade met a wrecked= up tech with numbers on his chest that say 5209385 zero had a serial to face 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 want to be a plain gun. but yo' i had some other, plans like the next beef is on i make myself jam right in my owners hand. how you like me now i go plow it's the shit 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 buck wild. yo weeks went by and i'm surprised still stuck in a shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides besides me its bullets two veses and a nine there's a grenade in a box and the tech that kept cryin' 'cause he ain't been cleaned in a year he rusty a clear, he's about to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career. up i can hear somebody coming in open the shelf his eyes bubbling he said “it was on” i felt his palm troubled shaking, some=body 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 kill blacks it's gats like me that accidentally go off making niggas memories. but this time, it's done intentionally he brought me outside saw this cat cocked me back said “remember me” he pulled the trigger but i held on it felt wrong, knowing niggas is waiting in hell for him, he squeezed harder i didn't budge. sick of the blood, sick of the thugs, sick of the 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 left he lead a 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 niggas runnin' caps is comin' now i'm happy until i felt somebody else grab me.... damn