I Gave You Power lyrics

[Intro]

Damn

Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga

Just use me for whatever the fuck they want

I don't get to say shit

Just grab me, just 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 f-, I'm a gun, shit

It's like I'm a motherfucking gun

I can't believe this shit

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 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, living harshly

Beat up and battered they pull me out

I watch as niggas scattered, making me kill

But what I feel it never mattered

When I'm empty I'm quiet, finding myself fiending to be fired

A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves

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

Keeping me full up with hollow heads

[Chorus]

How you like me now? I go blaow

It's that shit that moves crowds making every ghetto foul

I might have took your first child

Scarred your life, or crippled your style

I gave you power, I made you buck-wild

How you like me now? I go blaow

It's that shit that moves crowds making every ghetto foul

I might have took your first child

Scarred your life, or crippled your style

I gave you power, I made you buck-wild

[Verse 2]

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 to niggas shock me

I see niggas 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 niggas 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

[Chorus]

How you like me now? I go blaow

It's that shit that moves crowds making every ghetto foul

I might have took your first child

Scarred your life, or crippled your style

I gave you power, I made you buck-wild

How you like me now? I go blaow

It's that shit that moves crowds making every ghetto foul

I might have took your first child

Scarred your life, or crippled your style

I gave you power, I made you buck-wild

[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 kill Blacks

It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas screaming, niggas running, cops is coming

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

Damn!

• Artist:Nas
• Album:It Was Written