Key: F# minor•
Intro 1
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Chorus 1
Bm
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
Bm
F#m
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
Verse 1
guest appearances
F#m
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
The world is still mine
Bm
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly
F#m
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly"
with thoughts like that
I did it with Biggie
of the same struggle
Bm
You lames should huddle, your team's shook
'cause this is my football field
shoulder pads apparel
F#m
But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
'cause y'all all soft
that came to haul y'all ass in
Chorus 2
if you want a war, get it bloody,
Bm
F#m
(uh) I got mine,
I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
Bm
F#m
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
Verse 2
F#m
And If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
Bm
You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
F#m
Hair parted with a barber's preciseness,
Bravehearted for life
son of a blue's player
Y'all awaited the true savior
Bm
Puffin' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too
F#m
Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital
Never, 'member I do this
through righteous steps
so in light of my death
Call me "God's Son", with my pants low
put them rags up like Petey Pablo
Flip the beat back, now it's all reppin'
F#m
Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my
Chorus 3
Bm
F#m
(whole collection, yo) I got mine,
I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
Bm
F#m
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
Verse 3
Bm
It's, the, return of the Prince, the boss
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
Bm
Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I floss
F#m
Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxter Porsche
and cop The Source
F#m
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
where the kid go?
Where he shop at and dress at?
Is he still in the bridge?
F#m
Does he really know how ill that he is?
my watch and my jewels
F#m
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that
The back-twister, lingerie-ripper
F#m
Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
Chorus 4
I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
Bm
F#m
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
Outro 1
(Got yo'self a gun)
I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
[Fade out]
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