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Nas - "Got Yourself A Gun"
[sample singing]
"Woke up this mornin, you got yourself a gun, you got yourself
a gun"..
[Chorus]
Yo Im livin in this time behind enemy lines
so I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
you want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you Ima take what I want
so you tried to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
You aint real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
[Verse 1]
My first album had no famous guest appearances
the outcome, Im was crowned the best lyricist
many years on this professional level
why would you question whos better?
the World is still mine, tattoos real
with "Gods Son" across the belly, the boss of rap
you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that
to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams shook yall feel
the wrath of a killer, cause this is my football field
Throwin passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
but the Q.B. dont stand for no quarterback
every word is like a sawed-off blast
cause yall all soft and Im the black hearse
that came to haul yall ass in
its for the hood by the corner store
many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Im the N the A to the S-I-R
and If I wasnt I mustve been Escobar
you know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
Hair parted with a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, its -
the return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player
so who are you playa? yall awaited the true savior
puffin that tropical, cups of that Vodka too
Papi chu, tore up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? never, member I do this through righteous steps
you Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death
yall been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos
call me Gods Son, with my pants low
I dont die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
this is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow, reppin
hit the record sto, never let me go, get my whole collection.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Its - the - return of the Prince, the boss
this is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkits soft
sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss
stick shift look sick up in that boxed up Porsche
with the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source
they dont know about the blocks Im on
and everybody wanna know where the kid live, where he rest at?
where he shop at and dress at?
know he got dough, where does he live?
is he still in the bridge?
does he really know how ill that he is?
got all of yall watchin my moves
my watch and my jewels
hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
Its not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am I? the back twister, lingerie ripper
automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter
keepin it gangsta wit ya
[Chorus]
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