[Nas]
  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!