D**n Look how muh f**kers use a n***a

Just use me for whatever the f**k they want

I don't get to say s**t

Just grab me just do what the f**k they want

Sell me throw me away

N***az just don't give a f**k about a n***a like me right

Like I'm a f I'm a gun s**t

It's like I'm a motherf**kin gun

I can't believe this s**t

Word up

Word up

I seen some cold nights and bloody days

They grab and 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 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 livin harshly

Beat up and battered they pull me out

I watch as n***az scattered makin me kill

But what I feel it never mattered

When I'm empty I'm quiet findin myself fiendin to be fired

A broken safety n***az place me in shelves

Under beds so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred

Keep me full up with hollow heads

Nas

Repeat 2X

How you like me now I go blaow

It's that s**t that moves crowds makin 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 s**t my abdomen is the clip

The barrel is my d**k uncircumcised

Pull my skin back and cock me I bust off when they unlock me

Results of what happens to n***az shock me

I see n***az bleedin runnin from me in fear stunningly tears

Fall down the eyes of these so called tough guys for years

I've been used in robberies givin n***az heart to follow me

Placin peoples 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

Five two oh nine three eight five and zero

Had a serial defaced hopin one day police would place

Where he came from a name or some sort of person to claim him

Tired of murderin 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

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 tech that kept cryin

Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year he's rusty as clear

He's bout to fall to pieces cause of his murder career

Yo I can hear somebody comin in open the shelf

His eyes bubblin he said It was on

I felt his palm troubled him shakin

Somebody stomped him out his dome was achin

He placed me on his waist the moment I've been waitin

My creation was for blacks to kill blacks

It's gats like me that accidentally go off makin n***az memories

But this time it's done intentionally

He walked me outside saw this cat

Cocked me back said Remember me

He pulled the trigger but I held on it felt wrong

Knowing n***az is waiting in hell for 'I'm

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***az screamin n***az runnin cops is comin

Now I'm happy until I felt somebody else grab me

D**n