Damn! Look how muh 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
 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
 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

 Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X)

 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

 [Nas]
 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-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 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 '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 niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
 Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
 Damn