I Gave You Power
๐ต 4134 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:53 duration
๐ ID: 86729
๐ Lyrics
Damn!
Look how mo'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
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab me, bullets spray
They use me wrong, so I sing this song to 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
17 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
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, 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, 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's 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
5-2-0-9-3-8-5 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
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
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 them 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!
Look how mo'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
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab me, bullets spray
They use me wrong, so I sing this song to 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
17 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
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, 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, 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's 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
5-2-0-9-3-8-5 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
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
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 them 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!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.69] Damn!
[00:03.44] Look how mo'fuckers use a nigga
[00:06.28] Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
[00:09.35] I don't get to say shit
[00:10.93] Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
[00:14.07] Sell me, throw me away
[00:16.48] Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right?
[00:19.56] Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
[00:22.37] It's like I'm a motherfucking gun
[00:24.27] I can't believe this shit
[00:25.86] Word up, word up
[00:27.17] I seen some cold nights and bloody days
[00:29.42] They grab me, bullets spray
[00:30.80] They use me wrong, so I sing this song to this day
[00:33.54] My body is cold steel, for real
[00:35.66] I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
[00:38.55] Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs
[00:40.79] Been in the hands of mad thugs
[00:42.44] They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
[00:44.53] 17 precisely, one in my head
[00:46.94] They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
[00:49.80] I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
[00:52.99] Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly
[00:56.28] Beat up and battered
[00:57.23] They pull me out, I watch as niggas scattered
[00:59.33] Making me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered
[01:01.83] When I'm empty, I'm quiet, finding myself fiending to be fired
[01:05.31] A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves, under beds
[01:08.49] So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
[01:11.02] Keeping me full up with hollow heads
[01:13.13] How you like me now? I go blaow
[01:15.58] It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
[01:18.45] I might have took your first child
[01:19.83] Scarred your life, crippled your style
[01:21.53] I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
[01:24.08] How you like me now? I go blaow
[01:26.59] It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
[01:29.80] I might have took your first child
[01:31.24] Scarred your life, crippled your style
[01:32.86] I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
[01:35.67] Always I'm in some shit
[01:36.10] My abdomen is the clip, the barrel's my dick
[01:39.52] Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me
[01:42.09] I bust off when they unlock me
[01:43.78] Results of what happens to niggas shock me
[01:45.86] I see niggas bleeding, running from me in fear
[01:48.14] Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys
[01:51.54] For years, I've been used in robberies
[01:53.24] Giving niggas heart to follow me
[01:54.97] Placing peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed
[01:57.96] I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
[02:00.20] Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say
[02:03.28] 5-2-0-9-3-8-5 and zero
[02:05.73] Had a serial defaced, hoping one day, police would place
[02:08.87] Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
[02:11.81] Tired of murdering, made him wanna be a plain gun
[02:14.68] But yo, I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
[02:18.38] I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
[02:20.71] How you like me now? I go blaow
[02:23.07] It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
[02:26.21] I might have took your first child
[02:27.55] Scarred your life, or crippled your style
[02:29.24] I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
[02:31.76] How you like me now? I go blaow
[02:34.27] It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
[02:37.27] I might have took your first child
[02:38.74] Scarred your life, or crippled your style
[02:40.47] I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
[02:42.88] Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
[02:45.09] Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
[02:48.23] Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
[02:51.03] There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept crying
[02:54.19] 'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear
[02:56.87] He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
[02:59.63] Yo, I can hear somebody coming in
[03:01.47] Open the shelf, his eyes bubbling
[03:03.62] He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him
[03:06.26] Shaking, somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching
[03:08.81] He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waiting
[03:11.07] My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks
[03:13.23] It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making niggas memories
[03:17.47] But this time, it's done intentionally
[03:19.36] He walked me outside, saw this cat
[03:21.11] Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
[03:22.89] He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
[03:25.53] Knowing niggas is waiting in Hell for him
[03:27.72] He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
[03:30.78] Sick of them thugs, sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
[03:33.42] What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
[03:36.33] A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
[03:39.74] My owner fell to the floor, his wig split
[03:42.14] So fast, I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
[03:44.10] Heard mad niggas screaming, niggas running, cops is coming
[03:48.29] Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
[03:51.30] Damn!
[03:51.72]
[00:03.44] Look how mo'fuckers use a nigga
[00:06.28] Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
[00:09.35] I don't get to say shit
[00:10.93] Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
[00:14.07] Sell me, throw me away
[00:16.48] Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right?
[00:19.56] Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
[00:22.37] It's like I'm a motherfucking gun
[00:24.27] I can't believe this shit
[00:25.86] Word up, word up
[00:27.17] I seen some cold nights and bloody days
[00:29.42] They grab me, bullets spray
[00:30.80] They use me wrong, so I sing this song to this day
[00:33.54] My body is cold steel, for real
[00:35.66] I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
[00:38.55] Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs
[00:40.79] Been in the hands of mad thugs
[00:42.44] They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
[00:44.53] 17 precisely, one in my head
[00:46.94] They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
[00:49.80] I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
[00:52.99] Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly
[00:56.28] Beat up and battered
[00:57.23] They pull me out, I watch as niggas scattered
[00:59.33] Making me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered
[01:01.83] When I'm empty, I'm quiet, finding myself fiending to be fired
[01:05.31] A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves, under beds
[01:08.49] So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
[01:11.02] Keeping me full up with hollow heads
[01:13.13] How you like me now? I go blaow
[01:15.58] It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
[01:18.45] I might have took your first child
[01:19.83] Scarred your life, crippled your style
[01:21.53] I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
[01:24.08] How you like me now? I go blaow
[01:26.59] It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
[01:29.80] I might have took your first child
[01:31.24] Scarred your life, crippled your style
[01:32.86] I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
[01:35.67] Always I'm in some shit
[01:36.10] My abdomen is the clip, the barrel's my dick
[01:39.52] Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me
[01:42.09] I bust off when they unlock me
[01:43.78] Results of what happens to niggas shock me
[01:45.86] I see niggas bleeding, running from me in fear
[01:48.14] Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys
[01:51.54] For years, I've been used in robberies
[01:53.24] Giving niggas heart to follow me
[01:54.97] Placing peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed
[01:57.96] I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
[02:00.20] Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say
[02:03.28] 5-2-0-9-3-8-5 and zero
[02:05.73] Had a serial defaced, hoping one day, police would place
[02:08.87] Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
[02:11.81] Tired of murdering, made him wanna be a plain gun
[02:14.68] But yo, I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
[02:18.38] I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
[02:20.71] How you like me now? I go blaow
[02:23.07] It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
[02:26.21] I might have took your first child
[02:27.55] Scarred your life, or crippled your style
[02:29.24] I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
[02:31.76] How you like me now? I go blaow
[02:34.27] It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
[02:37.27] I might have took your first child
[02:38.74] Scarred your life, or crippled your style
[02:40.47] I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
[02:42.88] Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
[02:45.09] Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
[02:48.23] Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
[02:51.03] There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept crying
[02:54.19] 'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear
[02:56.87] He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
[02:59.63] Yo, I can hear somebody coming in
[03:01.47] Open the shelf, his eyes bubbling
[03:03.62] He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him
[03:06.26] Shaking, somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching
[03:08.81] He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waiting
[03:11.07] My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks
[03:13.23] It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making niggas memories
[03:17.47] But this time, it's done intentionally
[03:19.36] He walked me outside, saw this cat
[03:21.11] Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
[03:22.89] He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
[03:25.53] Knowing niggas is waiting in Hell for him
[03:27.72] He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
[03:30.78] Sick of them thugs, sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
[03:33.42] What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
[03:36.33] A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
[03:39.74] My owner fell to the floor, his wig split
[03:42.14] So fast, I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
[03:44.10] Heard mad niggas screaming, niggas running, cops is coming
[03:48.29] Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
[03:51.30] Damn!
[03:51.72]