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NAS lyrics : "I Gave You Power"

[Nas]
Damn! Look how muh-$#&@ers use a ^!$$%
Just use me for whatever the $#&@ they want

I don't get to say %#@!
Just grab me, just do what the $#&@ they want
Sell me, throw me away

^!$$%z just don't give a $#&@ about a ^!$$% like me right?
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, %#@!
It's like I'm a mother$#&@in gun

I can't believe this %#@!....
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 ^!$$%z 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, ^!$$%z place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred

Keep me full up with hollow heads

[Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X)]


How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that %#@! 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

[Nas]

Always I'm in some %#@!, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and @@#! me, I bust off when they unlock me

Results of what happens to ^!$$%z shock me
I see ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z 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

[Chorus]


[Nas]
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 ^!$$%z memories

But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
@@#!ed me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing ^!$$%z is waiting in hell for 'im

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 ^!$$%z screamin, ^!$$%z runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!

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