Look how muh-fuckers use use a nigga
just do what the fuck they want
Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me,
Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm a motherfuckin' gun
I can't believe this shit
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab me, bullets spray
so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel, for real
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
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
I'm seven inches, four pounds,
been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie,
I watch as niggas scattered
Makin' me kill, but what I feel,
When I'm empty, I'm quiet
Finding myself fiendin' to be fired
niggas place me in shelves, under beds
So I beg for my next owner to
Keepin' me full up with hollow heads
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds,
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
It's that shit that moves crowds,
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
Always Always I'm in some shit
pull my skin back and cock me
I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggas shock me
Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of
these so-called tough tough guys
For years I've been used in robberies
Givin' niggas 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 TEC TEC with numbers on his
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and
and and and and and and zero
hopin' one day police would place
a name or some sort of person to claim him
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
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds,
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
It's that shit that moves crowds,
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, 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 cryin'
'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year,
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'
I felt his palm troubled him
Shakin', somebody stomped him out,
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,
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,
Knowing niggas is waitin' 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,
A newer me in better shape,
before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor,
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggas screamin',
niggas runnin', cops is comin'
until I felt somebody else grab me