Chords for Nas - I Gave You Power
Tempo:
84.75 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Abm
B
Gb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Damn
Look out motherfuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want.
I don't get [Gb] to say shit.
Just grab me just do what the fuck [B] they want
Sell me throw me away niggas.
Just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right like I'm a I'm a gun
[A] Shit, it's like I'm a [B] motherfucking gun.
I can't believe [Ab] it
I
[Ab] Say some cold nights at bloody days.
They grab me bullets pray.
They use me wrong
So I [Abm] sing this song [Ab] to this day.
My body is cold still [Abm] for real.
I was made to kill
That's why they keep me concealed under car seats.
They sneak me in clubs then in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
17 precisely one in my head.
They call me Desert Eagle.
Send me auto it let I'm seven inches
Four pounds been through so many towns Ohio the little rock took a Nazi [Ab] living harshly beat up and batted
They pull [Abm] me out.
I watch his niggas scattered making me kill
But what I feel it never met it when I'm MC
I'm quiet finding myself being in the deep fight a broken safety niggas place me in shelves under bed
So I begged for my next owner to be a thoroughbred keeping me full up with hollow heads.
How you like me now?
I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow
I might have took your first child scarred your life [Ab] crippled your staff.
I gave you power.
I made [Abm] you buck
Wow, how you like me now?
I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow
I might have took your first child scarred your life crippled your staff.
I gave you power.
I made you buck
[D] Wow, always I'm in some shit.
[Abm] My abdomen is the clip the barrels my dick uncircumcised for my skin back and copy
I bust off when they unlock me results of what happens to nigga shot me
I see niggas bleeding running for me and fierce stunningly tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys for years
I've been using robberies giving niggas heart to follow [Ab] me placing peoples and grave funerals [Abm] made cuz I was sprayed
I was laid in the shelf with a grenade man erect up tech with numbers on his chest that say
5 to 9 3 8 5 and had a serial defaced hoping one day police will place where he came from Name was some sort of person to claim him tired of murdering made him want to be a plain gun But so I had some other plans like the next time the beef is on I make myself jam right in my owners hand How you like me now? I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow I might have took your first child scarred your life a crippled your staff. I gave you power I made you fuck Wow, how you like me now? I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow I might have took your first child scarred your life a crippled your staff. I gave you power. I made you fuck Wow Yo weeks been by and I'm surprised this stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides Beside me is bullets Two bested than the nine is a grenade in a box and that check that kept crying cuz he ain't been cleaned in a year He's rusty is clear. He's about to fall to pieces cuz of his murder career You know, I can hear somebody coming in open this shelf his eyes bubbling. He said it was on I felt his palm troubled up shaking somebody stopped him out. His dome was aching He placed me on his waist the moment I've been waiting my creation was for blacks to kill blacks It's that's like me to accidentally go off making niggas memories, but this time is done intentionally He walked me outside saw this cat copy back said remember me He pulled the trigger but I held on it felt wrong. No one niggas is waiting in hell for he's sweet Harder, I didn't budge sick of the blood sick of the thug sick of rap for the next man's brush But the other kid was pull out no doubt. I knew him me in better shape before he laid out He led the chase my owner fell to the floor his wig flicked so fast. I didn't know he was it It's over with her mad nigga screaming niggas running cops is coming. Now. I'm
Look out motherfuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want.
I don't get [Gb] to say shit.
Just grab me just do what the fuck [B] they want
Sell me throw me away niggas.
Just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right like I'm a I'm a gun
[A] Shit, it's like I'm a [B] motherfucking gun.
I can't believe [Ab] it
I
[Ab] Say some cold nights at bloody days.
They grab me bullets pray.
They use me wrong
So I [Abm] sing this song [Ab] to this day.
My body is cold still [Abm] for real.
I was made to kill
That's why they keep me concealed under car seats.
They sneak me in clubs then in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
17 precisely one in my head.
They call me Desert Eagle.
Send me auto it let I'm seven inches
Four pounds been through so many towns Ohio the little rock took a Nazi [Ab] living harshly beat up and batted
They pull [Abm] me out.
I watch his niggas scattered making me kill
But what I feel it never met it when I'm MC
I'm quiet finding myself being in the deep fight a broken safety niggas place me in shelves under bed
So I begged for my next owner to be a thoroughbred keeping me full up with hollow heads.
How you like me now?
I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow
I might have took your first child scarred your life [Ab] crippled your staff.
I gave you power.
I made [Abm] you buck
Wow, how you like me now?
I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow
I might have took your first child scarred your life crippled your staff.
I gave you power.
I made you buck
[D] Wow, always I'm in some shit.
[Abm] My abdomen is the clip the barrels my dick uncircumcised for my skin back and copy
I bust off when they unlock me results of what happens to nigga shot me
I see niggas bleeding running for me and fierce stunningly tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys for years
I've been using robberies giving niggas heart to follow [Ab] me placing peoples and grave funerals [Abm] made cuz I was sprayed
I was laid in the shelf with a grenade man erect up tech with numbers on his chest that say
5 to 9 3 8 5 and had a serial defaced hoping one day police will place where he came from Name was some sort of person to claim him tired of murdering made him want to be a plain gun But so I had some other plans like the next time the beef is on I make myself jam right in my owners hand How you like me now? I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow I might have took your first child scarred your life a crippled your staff. I gave you power I made you fuck Wow, how you like me now? I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow I might have took your first child scarred your life a crippled your staff. I gave you power. I made you fuck Wow Yo weeks been by and I'm surprised this stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides Beside me is bullets Two bested than the nine is a grenade in a box and that check that kept crying cuz he ain't been cleaned in a year He's rusty is clear. He's about to fall to pieces cuz of his murder career You know, I can hear somebody coming in open this shelf his eyes bubbling. He said it was on I felt his palm troubled up shaking somebody stopped him out. His dome was aching He placed me on his waist the moment I've been waiting my creation was for blacks to kill blacks It's that's like me to accidentally go off making niggas memories, but this time is done intentionally He walked me outside saw this cat copy back said remember me He pulled the trigger but I held on it felt wrong. No one niggas is waiting in hell for he's sweet Harder, I didn't budge sick of the blood sick of the thug sick of rap for the next man's brush But the other kid was pull out no doubt. I knew him me in better shape before he laid out He led the chase my owner fell to the floor his wig flicked so fast. I didn't know he was it It's over with her mad nigga screaming niggas running cops is coming. Now. I'm
Key:
Ab
Abm
B
Gb
A
Ab
Abm
B
_ _ Damn
Look out motherfuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want.
I don't get [Gb] to say shit.
Just grab me just do what the fuck [B] they want
Sell me throw me away niggas.
Just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right like I'm a I'm a gun
_ [A] Shit, it's like I'm a [B] motherfucking gun.
I can't believe [Ab] it
I
[Ab] Say some cold nights at bloody days.
They grab me bullets pray.
They use me wrong
So I [Abm] sing this song [Ab] to this day.
My body is cold still [Abm] for real.
I was made to kill
That's why they keep me concealed under car seats.
They sneak me in clubs then in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
17 precisely one in my head.
They call me Desert Eagle.
Send me auto it let I'm seven inches
Four pounds been through so many towns Ohio the little rock took a Nazi [Ab] living harshly beat up and batted
They pull [Abm] me out.
I watch his niggas scattered making me kill
But what I feel it never met it when I'm MC
I'm quiet finding myself being in the deep fight a broken safety niggas place me in shelves under bed
So I begged for my next owner to be a thoroughbred keeping me full up with hollow heads.
How you like me now?
I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow
I might have took your first child scarred your life [Ab] crippled your staff.
I gave you power.
I made [Abm] you buck
Wow, how you like me now?
I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow
I might have took your first child scarred your life crippled your staff.
I gave you power.
I made you buck
[D] Wow, always I'm in some shit.
[Abm] My abdomen is the clip the barrels my dick uncircumcised for my skin back and copy
I bust off when they unlock me results of what happens to nigga shot me
I see niggas bleeding running for me and fierce stunningly tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys for years
I've been using robberies giving niggas heart to follow [Ab] me placing peoples and grave funerals [Abm] made cuz I was sprayed
I was laid in the shelf with a grenade man erect up tech with numbers on his chest that say
5 to 9 3 8 5 and had a serial defaced hoping one day police will place where he came from Name was some sort of person to claim him tired of murdering made him want to be a plain gun But so I had some other plans like the next time the beef is on I make myself jam right in my owners hand How you like me now? I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow I might have took your first child scarred your life a crippled your staff. I gave you power I made you fuck Wow, how you like me now? I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow I might have took your first child scarred your life a crippled your staff. I gave you power. I made you fuck Wow Yo weeks been by and I'm surprised this stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides Beside me is bullets Two bested than the nine is a grenade in a box and that check that kept crying cuz he ain't been cleaned in a year He's rusty is clear. He's about to fall to pieces cuz of his murder career You know, I can hear somebody coming in open this shelf his eyes bubbling. He said it was on I felt his palm troubled up shaking somebody stopped him out. His dome was aching He placed me on his waist the moment I've been waiting my creation was for blacks to kill blacks It's that's like me to accidentally go off making niggas memories, but this time is done intentionally He walked me outside saw this cat copy back said remember me He pulled the trigger but I held on it felt wrong. No one niggas is waiting in hell for he's sweet Harder, I didn't budge sick of the blood sick of the thug sick of rap for the next man's brush But the other kid was pull out no doubt. I knew him me in better shape before he laid out He led the chase my owner fell to the floor his wig flicked so fast. I didn't know he was it It's over with her mad nigga screaming niggas running cops is coming. Now. I'm
Look out motherfuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want.
I don't get [Gb] to say shit.
Just grab me just do what the fuck [B] they want
Sell me throw me away niggas.
Just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right like I'm a I'm a gun
_ [A] Shit, it's like I'm a [B] motherfucking gun.
I can't believe [Ab] it
I
[Ab] Say some cold nights at bloody days.
They grab me bullets pray.
They use me wrong
So I [Abm] sing this song [Ab] to this day.
My body is cold still [Abm] for real.
I was made to kill
That's why they keep me concealed under car seats.
They sneak me in clubs then in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
17 precisely one in my head.
They call me Desert Eagle.
Send me auto it let I'm seven inches
Four pounds been through so many towns Ohio the little rock took a Nazi [Ab] living harshly beat up and batted
They pull [Abm] me out.
I watch his niggas scattered making me kill
But what I feel it never met it when I'm MC
I'm quiet finding myself being in the deep fight a broken safety niggas place me in shelves under bed
So I begged for my next owner to be a thoroughbred keeping me full up with hollow heads.
How you like me now?
I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow
I might have took your first child scarred your life [Ab] crippled your staff.
I gave you power.
I made [Abm] you buck
Wow, how you like me now?
I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow
I might have took your first child scarred your life crippled your staff.
I gave you power.
I made you buck
[D] Wow, always I'm in some shit.
[Abm] My abdomen is the clip the barrels my dick uncircumcised for my skin back and copy
I bust off when they unlock me results of what happens to nigga shot me
I see niggas bleeding running for me and fierce stunningly tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys for years
I've been using robberies giving niggas heart to follow [Ab] me placing peoples and grave funerals [Abm] made cuz I was sprayed
I was laid in the shelf with a grenade man erect up tech with numbers on his chest that say
5 to 9 3 8 5 and had a serial defaced hoping one day police will place where he came from Name was some sort of person to claim him tired of murdering made him want to be a plain gun But so I had some other plans like the next time the beef is on I make myself jam right in my owners hand How you like me now? I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow I might have took your first child scarred your life a crippled your staff. I gave you power I made you fuck Wow, how you like me now? I go loud with this shit that moves crowds making every ghetto bow I might have took your first child scarred your life a crippled your staff. I gave you power. I made you fuck Wow Yo weeks been by and I'm surprised this stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides Beside me is bullets Two bested than the nine is a grenade in a box and that check that kept crying cuz he ain't been cleaned in a year He's rusty is clear. He's about to fall to pieces cuz of his murder career You know, I can hear somebody coming in open this shelf his eyes bubbling. He said it was on I felt his palm troubled up shaking somebody stopped him out. His dome was aching He placed me on his waist the moment I've been waiting my creation was for blacks to kill blacks It's that's like me to accidentally go off making niggas memories, but this time is done intentionally He walked me outside saw this cat copy back said remember me He pulled the trigger but I held on it felt wrong. No one niggas is waiting in hell for he's sweet Harder, I didn't budge sick of the blood sick of the thug sick of rap for the next man's brush But the other kid was pull out no doubt. I knew him me in better shape before he laid out He led the chase my owner fell to the floor his wig flicked so fast. I didn't know he was it It's over with her mad nigga screaming niggas running cops is coming. Now. I'm