I Gave You Power Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Damn, look how muhfuckers 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 

Niggaz 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 motherfuckin' gun 

I can't believe this shit, 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 

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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 niggaz 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, niggaz place me in shelves 

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

Keep me full up with hollow heads 

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How you like me now? I go blaow 

It's that shit 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 

How you like me now? I go blaow 

It's that shit 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 

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 niggaz shock me 

I see niggaz 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' niggaz 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 o 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 

How you like me now? I go blaow 

It's that shit 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 

How you like me now? I go blaow 

It's that shit 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 

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' niggaz 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 niggaz is waiting in Hell for 

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 niggaz screamin', niggaz runnin', cops is comin' 

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