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| subject : | [Nas]I Gave You Power |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
[Nas] Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga Á¨Àå! ´Ù¸¥ °³ÀڽĵéÀÌ »ç¶÷À» ÀÌ¿ëÇÏ´Â °É ºÁ Just use me for whatever the fuck they want ±×³É Áö°¡ ¿øÇÏ´Â ´ë·Î ³¯ »ç¿ëÇѴٴϱî I don't get to say shit ÇѸ¶µð ÇÒ ±âȸ°¡ ¾ø¾î Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want ±×³É ³¯ Àâ°í, Áö°¡ ¿øÇÏ´Â ´ë·Î »ç¿ëÇѴٴϱî Sell me, throw me away ³¯ ÆÈ°í, ´øÁ®¹ö¸®°í Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? ³ª°°Àº ³ðÀº ÁÀµµ ½Å°æ ¾È ¾²´Â°Ç°¡ºÁ ¾È ±×·¡? Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit ¸¶Ä¡ ³»°¡... ³»°¡ ÃÑÀεíÀÌ, Á¨Àå It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun ³»°¡ ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» ÃÑÀεíÀÌ ¸»¾ß I can't believe this shit.... ¹ÏÀ» ¼ö°¡ ¾ø±º... Word up.. (word up..) ±×·¡... (±×·¡...) I seen some cold nights and bloody days ³ Ãß¿î ¹ãµµ, ÇÇÅõ¼ºÀÌ ³·µµ º»ÀûÀÌ ÀÖ¾î They grab and me bullets spray ±×µéÀº ³¯ Àâ°í ÃѾËÀ» »Ñ·Á´òÁö They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day ³¯ À߸ø ÀÌ¿ëÇ߱⿡, ¿À´Ã±îÁöµµ ÀÌ ³ë·¡¸¦ ºÎ¸£°í ÀÖ¾î My body is cold steel for real ³» ¸öÀº ¾ÆÁÖ Â÷°¡¿î °Ã¶ÀÌ¾ß I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed »ìÀÎÀ» À§ÇØ ¸¸µé¾îÁ³Áö, ±×·¡¼ »ç¶÷µéÀº ³¯ ÀÚµ¿Â÷ ½ÃÆ® Under car seats they sneak me in clubs ¾Æ·¡¿¡ ¼û±â°í ¸ô·¡ Ŭ·´À¸·Î °¡Áö°í µé¾î°¡ Been in the hands of mad thugs ¹ÌÄ£ ³ðµéÀÇ ¼Õ¿¡µµ µé¾î°¡ºÃ¾î They feed me when they load me with mad slugs ¾öû³ ÃѾ˷Π³ª¸¦ ¸Ô¿©ÁÖÁö Seventeen precisely, one in my head Á¤È®È÷ 17°³, Çϳª´Â ³» ¸Ó¸® ¼Ó¿¡ They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead ±×µéÀº ³¯ Desert EagleÀ̶ó ºÒ·¯, ³³ÀÌ µé¾î°£ ¹ÝÀÚµ¿±ÇÃÑ I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns ³ 7ÀÎÄ¡¿¡ 4ÆÄ¿îµå, Âü ¸¹Àº µµ½Ã¸¦ µÑ·¯ºÃÁö Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly ¿ÀÇÏÀÌ¿À¿¡¼ Little Rock¿¡¼ Canarsie±îÁö, °¡È¤ÇÑ »îÀ» »ì¸ç Beat up and battered, they pull me out ¸Â°í ´øÁ®Áö°í, ±×µéÀº ³¯ ²¨³» I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill ¸ðµÎµé ¾²·¯Áö´Â °É ÁöÄѺÁ, ³ª·Î Á×ÀÌ´Â °ÅÁö But what I feel it never mattered ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³» »ý°¢Àº ±×´ÙÁö »ó°ü¾ø´Ù´Â °Å¾ß When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired ³»°¡ ÅÖºñ¸é ³ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ³»Áö ¾Ê¾Æ, ´©±º°¡ ½î·Á°í ¶Ç ¸¸Áö°í ÀÖÁö A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves ±ú¶ß·ÁÁø ¾ÈÀü, »ç¶÷µéÀº ³¯ ¼±¹Ý À§¿¡³ª under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred ħ´ë ¹Ø¿¡ µÎÁö, ±×·¡¼ ´ÙÀ½ ÁÖÀÎÀº ±³¾çÀÖ´Â »ç¶÷ÀÌ±æ ±âµµÇØ Keep me full up with hollow heads °è¼Ó ¼Óºó ÃѾ˷Π³¯ °¡µæ ä¿öÁÙ ¼ö ÀÖµµ·Ï Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X) How you like me now? I go blaow ³ª ÀÌÁ¦ ¸¾¿¡ µé¾î? ³ Æã ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ³» It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul ¼ö¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀ» ¿òÁ÷À̰í ÃßÇÑ ÀÏÀ» ¸¸µå´Â °ÅÁö I might have took your first child ¾î¼¸é ³»°¡ ´Ï ù¾ÆÀ̸¦ Á×À̰í Scarred your life, crippled your style ³×°Ô »óó¸¦ ÀÔÇû°Å³ª ³Î ºÒ±¸·Î ¸¸µé¾úÀ» ¼öµµ ÀÖ¾î I gave you power ³ ³×°Ô ÈûÀ» Áá¾î I made you buck wild ³×°¡ ȯÀåÇϵµ·Ï ¸¸µé¾îÁá¾î [Nas] Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip ¾ðÁ¦³ª ³ »ç°Ç ÇöÀå¿¡ ÀÖÁö, ³» ¹è´Â źâ The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised ÃѽÅÀº ³ªÀÇ ¹°°Ç, Æ÷°æµµ ¾È Çß¾î Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me ³» ²®ÁúÀ» ´Ù½Ã ¾º¿ì°í ÀåÀüÇØÁà, ÀÚ¹°¼è°¡ Ç®¸®¸é Æø¹ßÇØ Results of what happens to niggaz shock me ³¯ ³î·¡Å°´Â ³ðµé¿¡°Ô ÀϾ´Â ÀÏÀÌÁö I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears °Ì¿¡ Áú·Á¼ ÇǸ¦ È긮¸ç µµ¸Á°¡´Â À̵éÀÌ º¸¿©, ¼ÒÀ§ ÅÍÇÁ°¡ÀÌ¶ó´ø fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years ³ðµéÀÇ ´«¿¡¼ ´«¹°ÀÌ ¾öû Èê·¯³»·Á, ¸î ³â µ¿¾È º¸¾Æ¿Ô¾î I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me ³ °µµ »ç°Ç¿¡µµ »ç¿ëµÇ¾ú°í, ¸ðµÎµé ³»°Ô Ãæ¼ºÀ» ¸Í¼¼ÇØ Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed »ç¶÷µéÀ» ¹¦Áö¿¡ ¹¯°í, Àå·Ê½ÄÀÌ ÀÌ·ç¾îÁö°Ô ÇÏÁö I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade ³ ¼ö·ùź°ú ÇÔ²² ¼±¹Ý À§¿¡ º¸°üµÇ¾ú¾î Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say °¡½¿¿¡ ¼ýÀÚ°¡ ¾º¿©Áø, ¸Á°¡Áø ÃÑÀ» ¸¸³µ´Âµ¥, ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¸»ÇÏ´õ±º Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero 5-2-0-9-3-8-5 ±×¸®°í 0 Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place ½Ã¸®¾ó ³Ñ¹ö´Â ´â¾Æ¹ö·È¾î, ¾î´À³¯¿£°¡, °æÂûÀÌ ±×ÀÇ where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him °íÇâ¿¡ ´øÁ®ÁÖ±æ ¹Ù¶ó´Â °Å¾ß, ´©±º°¡ Àڱ⸦ ¼ÒÀ¯ÇØÁÖ±æ ¹Ù¶ó´Â °Å¾ß Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun »ìÀÎÀÌ ³Ê¹« Áö°Ü¿ö¼, ±×³É ÅÖºó ä·Î ÀÖ°í ½Í¾îÇßÁö But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on ÇÏÁö¸¸, ³»°Õ ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ °èȹÀÌ ÀÖ¾î, ¿¹¸¦ µé¸é ½Î¿òÀÌ ¹ú¾îÁú¶§ I make myself jam right in my owner's hand ³» ÁÖÀÎÀÇ ¼Õ¿¡ ²Ë Áã¾îÁö·Á°í Çϰí ÀÖ¾î Chorus [Nas] Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised Yo, ¸î ÁÖ°¡ Èê·¯°¬Áö¸¸ ³î¶ø°Ôµµ Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ±× ¹«¹ýÀÚ°¡ ¼û°Ü³õÀº ´Ù¸¥ ¹°°Ç°ú ÇÔ²² ¼±¹Ý¿¡ ÃĹÚÇôÀÖ¾î Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine ³» µÚ¿¡´Â ÃѾË, µÎ °³ÀÇ ¹æÅºÁ¶³¢¿Í ´Ù¸¥ ±ÇÃÑ There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin »óÀÚ ¼ÓÀÇ ¼ö·ùź, ±×¸®°í °è¼Ó ¿ï±â¸¸ ÇÏ´Â ±ÇÃÑ Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear 1³â µ¿¾È û¼ÒµÇÁöµµ ¾Ê¾Ò°Åµç, ¿Â¸öÀÌ ³ìÀÌ ½½¾ú¾î He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career ±× »ìÀÎ °æ·Â ¶§¹®¿¡, Á¶°¢ÀÌ ³ª·Á°í ÇØ Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf Yo, ´©±º°¡ µé¾î¿Í¼ ¼±¹ÝÀ» ¿©´Â ¼Ò¸®°¡ µé·Á His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on" ´«ÀÌ ¶³¸®´Â±º, ±×°¡ ¸»ÇßÁö "±×·¨¾ú¾î" I felt his palm troubled him shakin ¼Õ¹Ù´ÚÀÌ ¸¶±¸ ¶³¸®´Â°Ô ´À²¸Á³¾î Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin ´©±º°¡ ±×¸¦ ¹â¾Ò¾î, ¸Ó¸®¿¡ »óó°¡ ³µ¾î He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin ±×´Â ³¯ Ç㸮¿¡ áÁö, ³»°¡ ±â´Ù·Á¿À´ø ¼ø°£ÀÌ¾ß My creation was for blacks to kill blacks ³»°¡ ¸¸µé¾îÁø ÀÌÀ¯´Â ÈæÀÎÀÌ ÈæÀÎÀ» Á×À̱â À§Çؼ¾ß It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories ³ª°°Àº ±ÇÃÑÀº ½Ç¼ö·Î ½î¾ÆÁ®¼, ÁÖ¸¶µîÀÌ ½ºÄ¡°Ô ¸¸µé¾î But this time, it's done intentionally ÇÏÁö¸¸ À̹ø¿£, ÀǵµÀûÀ¸·Î µÇ¾úÁö He walked me outside, saw this cat ±×´Â ¹Û¿¡ ³ª°¡¼, ¾î¶² ³ðÀ» º¸°í´Â Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?" ³¯ ÀåÀüÇÏ°í ¸»Çß¾î "³ª ±â¾ï³ª?" He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong ±×´Â ¹æ¾Æ¼è¸¦ ´ç°åÁö¸¸ ³ Âü¾Ò¾î, ¹º°¡ Ʋ¸° ±âºÐÀ̾ú¾î Knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im ´Ù¸¥ ³à¼®µéÀÌ ±×¸¦ Áö¿Á¿¡¼ ±â´Ù¸°´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë¾ÒÁö He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood ´õ ¼¼°Ô ¹æ¾Æ¼è¸¦ ´ç°åÁö¸¸, ¿òÁ÷ÀÌÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î, Çǰ¡ Áö°Ü¿ö Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge ±øÆÐµéµµ Áö°ã°í, ¿·¿¡ Àִ ¥Áõ³»´Â Àΰ£µéÀÇ ºÐ³ëµµ Áö°Ü¿ö What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt ±×¶§ ´Ù¸¥ ³à¼®ÀÌ ²¨³»µç °Í, ÀǽÉÀÇ ¿©Áö¾øÀÌ A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase Á» ´õ ³ªÀº ¸ð¾çÀÇ »õ·Î »ê ³ª, Æ÷½ÅÀ» ¿òÁ÷ÀÌ´õ´Ï, ºÒÀ» »Õ¾úÁö My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast ³» ÁÖÀÎÀº ¹Ù´Ú¿¡ ¾²·¯Á³°í, ±×ÀÇ ¸Ó¸®´Â È® °¥¶óÁ³¾î I didn't know he was hit, it's over with ¾î¶»°Ô ¸Â¾Ò´ÂÁø ¸ð¸£Áö¸¸, ´Ù ³¡³ ÀÏÀ̾ú¾î Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin ´Ù¸¥ ³ðµéÀº Á¤½Å³ª°£µí ¼Ò¸®Áö¸£°í, ¶Ù°í, °æÂûÀº ¿À°í ÀÖ°í Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me Damn! ÀÌÁ¦¾ß ÇູÇϱº, ±×·±µ¥ ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ ³à¼®ÀÌ ³¯ Àâ¾Ò¾î, Á¨Àå! |
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