[00:00.00] 作词 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
[00:00.91] 作曲 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
[00:01.83]Damn, look how mother****ers use a nigg
[00:06.12]Just use me for whatever the **** they want
[00:09.54]I don't get to say shit
[00:10.71]Just grab me, just do what the **** they want
[00:14.16]Sell me, throw me away
[00:16.50]Niggas just don't give a **** about a nigga like me right
[00:19.41]Like I'm a F, I'm a gun, mother****ers
[00:22.59]It's like I'm a mother****in' gun
[00:24.15]I can't believe this shit, word up, word up
[00:27.15]I seen some cold nights and bloody days
[00:29.28]They grab and me bullets spray
[00:30.69]They use me wrong, so I sing this song 'til this day
[00:33.54]My body is cold steel for real
[00:35.70]I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
[00:38.67]Under car seats they sneak me in clubs
[00:40.68]Been in the hands of mad thugs
[00:42.36]They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
[00:44.61]Seventeen precisely, one in my head
[00:47.01]They call me Desert Eagle, semi auto with lead
[00:49.77]I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
[00:52.98]Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
[00:56.13]Beat up and battered, they pull me out
[00:57.96]I watch as niggas scattered, makin' me kil
[01:00.09]But what I feel it never mattered
[01:01.71]When I'm empty, I'm quiet, findin' myself fiendin' to be fired
[01:05.31]A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves
[01:07.62]Under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
[01:11.13]Keep me full up with hollow heads
[01:13.17]How you like me now? I go blaow
[01:15.42]It's that shit that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul
[01:18.39]I might have took your first child
[01:19.89]Scarred your life, crippled your style
[01:21.57]I gave you power, I made you buck wild
[01:24.00]How you like me now? I go blaow
[01:26.70]It's that shit that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul
[01:29.64]I might have took your first child
[01:31.14]Scarred your life, crippled your style
[01:32.85]I gave you power, I made you buck wild
[01:35.61]Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the cli
[01:38.46]The barrel is my mother****in', uncircumcise
[01:40.41]Pull my skin back and **** me, I bust off when they unlock me
[01:43.77]Results of what happens to niggas shock me
[01:45.90]I see niggas bleedin', runnin' from me in fear, stunningly tear
[01:49.02]Fall down the eyes of these so called tough guys, for years
[01:52.08]I've been used in robberies, givin' niggas heart to follow m
[01:54.99]Placin' peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed
[01:58.08]I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
[02:00.18]Met a wrecked up tech with numbers on his chest that say
[02:03.18]Five two o nine three eight five and zero
[02:05.76]Had a serial defaced, hopin' one day, police would place
[02:09.00]Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
[02:12.09]Tired of murderin', made him wanna be a plain gun
[02:15.15]But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
[02:18.39]I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
[02:20.91]How you like me now? I go blaow
[02:23.16]It's that shit that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul
[02:26.10]I might have took your first child
[02:27.60]Scarred your life, crippled your style
[02:29.34]I gave you power, I made you buck wild
[02:31.74]How you like me now? I go blaow
[02:34.41]It's that shit that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul
[02:37.41]I might have took your first child
[02:38.88]Scarred your life, crippled your style
[02:40.62]I gave you power, I made you buck wild
[02:42.96]Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
[02:45.06]Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
[02:48.39]Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
[02:51.27]There's a grenade in a box and that tech that kept cryin'
[02:54.15]'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
[02:56.82]He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
[02:59.70]Yo, I can hear somebody comin' in, open the shelf
[03:02.52]His eyes bubblin', he said, "It was on"
[03:04.65]I felt his palm, troubled him shakin'
[03:06.72]Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin'
[03:08.79]He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin'
[03:11.10]My creation was for blacks to kill blacks
[03:13.41]It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin' niggas memorie
[03:17.34]But this time, it's done intentionally
[03:19.08]He walked me outside, saw this cat
[03:21.00]******ed 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
[03:27.72]He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
[03:30.66]Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
[03:33.72]What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
[03:36.42]A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
[03:39.84]My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
[03:42.78]I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
[03:44.88]Heard mad niggas screamin', niggas runnin', cops is comin
[03:48.30]Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me, damn

作词 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
作曲 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
Damn, look how mother****ers use a nigg
Just use me for whatever the **** they want
I don't get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the **** they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggas just don't give a **** about a nigga like me right
Like I'm a F, I'm a gun, mother****ers
It's like I'm a mother****in' 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
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 niggas scattered, makin' me kil
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty, I'm quiet, findin' myself fiendin' 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 full up with hollow heads
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 cli
The barrel is my mother****in', uncircumcise
Pull my skin back and **** 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 tear
Fall down the eyes of these so called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin' niggas heart to follow m
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' niggas memorie
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 niggas 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 niggas screamin', niggas runnin', cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me, damn