Got Yourself A Gun

Woke up this morning [yea]

Got Yourself a Gun [yea yea yea]

Got Yourself a Gun

Yo im living at this time behind enemy lines

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So i got mine, hope ya got yourself a gun

You from the hood, hope ya got yourself a gun

You want beef, hope ya got yourself a gun

And when i see you ima take what i want so,

you try to front, hope ya got yourself a gun

You Ain't real, hope ya got yourself a gun

Mah first album has no famous guest appearances

the outcome, im crowned the best lyricist

Many years on this professional level

what would you question is better

The World is still mine

tattoos, real reguards son of a across the belly

The Boss of rap he saw me and belly thoughts like that

they take it back to africa, i did it with baby

me and tupac were soldiers of the same struggle

You lanced a huddle you k@n shooked

i fail the rapper Baquella

this is my football field

throwing passes from a barrel

show the pad to parrel

but the QB dun stand for no quarterback

every word is like a sodd off blast

cuz ya all sodd and im the black herst to came to all ya lassin

this for the hood by the corner store

many cry, many die

commit Nas if you wanna walk get it blood it

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Yo im the "N" the "a" to the "sir" and if i wasn't i must've beenescobar

You know the kid got his chicks too fit

kant party with the barbus precise bravehearted for life

Return of the golden child

Son of a blues player so who are you player

ya waited the truth save ya

Puppin that poppa crew, cops in that vodka too

poppy choose to grow up wake up in a hospital

So i dun neva, remember i do this the righteous step

you jewdous thought i was gone so when ima light up my death

ya been all happy, go lucky bunch of sandles call me godson withmy pants low

i dun gots low put them rags up like petey pablo

This is NASDAQ though in my nas car with the nas flow

who could beat that not a songg reppin

hit the record store neva let me go

get my whole collection yo

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Its the return of the Prince the Bars

This is real hardcore

Kid Rockin and Limp Bizkits off

Sit tricks get chicks risks rinse a floss

stick shift look stick up in that box of porch

The top cut off rich kids goin cop the sauce

they don't know about the blocks Amor

And everybody wanna know where kids go

where they rest at, where they shop at, and dress at

You know we got dough, where does he live

is he still at the bridge, does he realli know how iller he is?

Got all of ya watching my moves watching my jewels

Hoppin mah coop, dodge interviews like that

Its not only mah jewels, ice anything plenty things

look at my tennis shoes are iced out

Who am i, the backtwister, the lingerie ripper

automatic legg spreader put the brain gett it

Keepin it gangsta with cha

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Got Yourself a Gun