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Damn, look how muh******s use a ******* |
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Just use me for whatever the ******* they want |
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I don't get to say ************t |
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Just grab me, just do what the ******* they want |
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Sell me, throw me away |
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*******z just don't give a ******* about a ******* like me right? |
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Like I'm a F, I'm a gun, ************t |
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It's like I'm a mother******' gun |
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I can't believe this ************t, word up, word up |
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I seen some cold nights and bloody days |
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They grab and me bullets spray |
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They use me wrong, so I sing this song 'til this day |
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My body is cold steel for real |
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I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed |
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Under car seats they sneak me in clubs |
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Been in the hands of mad thugs |
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They feed me when they load me with mad slugs |
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Seventeen precisely, one in my head |
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They call me Desert Eagle, semi auto with lead |
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I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns |
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Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly |
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Beat up and battered, they pull me out |
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I watch as *******z scattered, makin' me kill |
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But what I feel it never mattered |
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When I'm empty, I'm quiet, findin' myself fiendin' to be fired |
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A broken safety, *******z place me in shelves |
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Under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred |
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Keep me full up with hollow heads |
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How you like me now? I go blaow |
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It's that ************t that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul |
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I might have took your first child |
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Scarred your life, crippled your style |
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I gave you power, I made you buck wild |
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How you like me now? I go blaow |
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It's that ************t that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul |
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I might have took your first child |
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Scarred your life, crippled your style |
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I gave you power, I made you buck wild |
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Always I'm in some ************t, my abdomen is the clip |
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The barrel is my ************, uncircumcised |
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Pull my skin back and ****** me, I bust off when they unlock me |
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Results of what happens to *******z shock me |
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I see *******z bleedin', runnin' from me in fear, stunningly tears |
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Fall down the eyes of these so called tough guys, for years |
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I've been used in robberies, givin' *******z heart to follow me |
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Placin' peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed |
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I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade |
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Met a wrecked up tech with numbers on his chest that say |
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Five two o nine three eight five and zero |
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Had a serial defaced, hopin' one day, police would place |
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Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him |
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Tired of murderin', made him wanna be a plain gun |
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But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on |
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I make myself jam right in my owner's hand |
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How you like me now? I go blaow |
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It's that ************t that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul |
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I might have took your first child |
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Scarred your life, crippled your style |
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I gave you power, I made you buck wild |
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How you like me now? I go blaow |
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It's that ************t that moves crowds, makin' every ghetto foul |
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I might have took your first child |
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Scarred your life, crippled your style |
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I gave you power, I made you buck wild |
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Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised |
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Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides |
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Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine |
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There's a grenade in a box and that tech that kept cryin' |
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'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear |
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He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career |
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Yo, I can hear somebody comin' in, open the shelf |
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His eyes bubblin', he said, "It was on" |
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I felt his palm, troubled him shakin' |
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Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin' |
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He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin' |
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My creation was for blacks to kill blacks |
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It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin' *******z memories |
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But this time, it's done intentionally |
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He walked me outside, saw this cat |
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******ed me back, said, "Remember me?" |
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He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong |
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Knowing *******z is waiting in Hell for |
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He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood |
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Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge |
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What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt |
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A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase |
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My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast |
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I didn't know he was hit, it's over with |
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Heard mad *******z screamin', *******z runnin', cops is comin' |
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Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me, damn |
