Nas
I Gave You Power
I Gave You Power
[giriş]:
Damn!
Look how muthafuckas 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
Shiit
It's like I'm a muthafuckin' gun
I can't believe this shit....word up..word up..
Verse One:
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 smi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds
Been through so many towns
Been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly
Beatup 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
A 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
nakarat:
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
(2x)
Verse Two:
Always I'm in some shit
My abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cok me
I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggas shock me
I see niggas 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
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 time a beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owners hand
nakarat
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
(2x)
[Verse Three]:
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in a shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's 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 as clear
He's about 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 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 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 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge
Sick of the blodd, sick of the thugs
Sick of the wratch of the next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape
Before he let 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 screamin', niggas runnin', cops is comin'
Now I'm happy
Until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!
I Gave You Power
I Gave You Power
[giriş]:
Damn!
Look how muthafuckas 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
Shiit
It's like I'm a muthafuckin' gun
I can't believe this shit....word up..word up..
Verse One:
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 smi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds
Been through so many towns
Been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly
Beatup 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
A 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
nakarat:
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
(2x)
Verse Two:
Always I'm in some shit
My abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cok me
I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggas shock me
I see niggas 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
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 time a beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owners hand
nakarat
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
(2x)
[Verse Three]:
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in a shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's 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 as clear
He's about 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 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 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 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge
Sick of the blodd, sick of the thugs
Sick of the wratch of the next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape
Before he let 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 screamin', niggas runnin', cops is comin'
Now I'm happy
Until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!