Got Ur Self A Gun
by Nas

Album: Stillmatic (2001)
Charted: 30 87
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  • Woke up this mornin' (yeah)
    You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Got yo'self a gun

    Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
    So

    I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
    You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
    You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
    And when I see you I'ma take what I want
    So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
    You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

    My, first album had no famous guest appearances
    The outcome, I'm crowned the best lyricist
    Many years on this professional level
    Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine
    Tattoos real with "God's 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 Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
    You lames should huddle, your team's shook
    Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
    Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
    But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
    Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
    And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
    It's for the hood by the corner store
    Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody, uh

    I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
    You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
    You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
    And when I see you I'ma take what I want
    So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
    You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

    Yo, I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
    And If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
    You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
    Hair parted with a barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for life
    It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's player
    So who are you playa? Y'all 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
    Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
    Call me "God's Son", with my pants low
    I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
    This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow
    Flip the beat back, now it's all reppin'
    Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection, yo

    I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
    You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
    You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
    And when I see you I'ma take what I want
    So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
    You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

    It's, the, return of the Prince, the boss
    This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
    Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I floss
    Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxter Porsche
    With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
    They don't know about the blocks I'm on
    And everybody want to know where the kid go? 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 y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels
    Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
    It's 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, uh

    I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
    You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
    You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
    And when I see you I'ma take what I want
    So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
    You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

    I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
    You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
    You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
    And when I see you I'ma take what I want
    So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) Writer/s: Chester Burnett, Dorsey Wesley, Jake Black, Nasir Jones, Piers Marsh, Robert Spragg, Simon Edwards
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Sentric Music, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Tony from Camden, NjYou guise notice the rip on Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit? Too funny.
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