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Verse 1
(A minor) Woke up this mornin' (yeah)
You got yourself
a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yourself a gun
Yo, I'm 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 you
(got yourself a gun)
And when (D minor) I see you I'ma
take what I want
So you tried to front, hope you (A minor) (got your
self a gun)
You ain't real, hope you
(got yourself a gun)
Verse 2
My first album had (A minor) no famous
guest appearances
(B flat major) The (A minor) outcome: I'm crowned
the best (B flat major) (A minor) lyricist
Many years on this
professional level
(E minor) Why would you (A minor) question who's
better? The world is still mine
Tattoo's 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 an (D minor) d 2Pac were soldiers
of the (C major) same struggle
You lames (A minor) a 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 (F major) QB don't stand
for no quarter (A minor) back
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!
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Verse 3
I got mine, I (A minor) hope you
(got yourself a gun)
You from the hood,
I hope you (got yourself a gun)
You want beef, I hope you
(got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
take what I want
So you tried to front,
hope you (got yourself a gun)
You ain't real,
(D minor) hope you (got yourself a gun)
Yo, I'm (A minor)
Verse 4
the N, the A to the S- I- R
And if I wasn't,
I must've been Escobar
You know the (B flat major) kid (A minor) 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 blues player
So who are you,
player? Y'all awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical,
cups of that vodka, too
(D minor) Papi chu', tore up,
(C major) wake up in a hospital
(A minor) Throw up? Never! 'Member I do
this through righteous steps
You Judas thought I was gone,
so in light of my death
Y'all been all happy- go- lucky,
bunch of (F minor) sambos
Call (A minor) me "God's Son" with my pants low
I don't die slow,
put them rags up like Petey (B flat major) Pablo
(F major) This is (A minor) (B flat major) NASDAQ though,
(A minor) in my Nascar, with this Nas flow
What could beat that? Not a soul reppin'
Hit the record store, never let me go,
get my whole collection, yo
Verse 5
I got mine, I (A minor) hope you (got yourself
a gun)
You from the hood,
I hope you (got yourself a gun)
You want beef,
I hope you (got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
take what I want
So you tried to front, hope
you (got yourself a gun)
You ain't (D minor) real, hope you
(got yourself a gun)
(A minor) It's, the, return of the prince,
Verse 6
the boss
(B flat minor) This is real hard (F minor) core,
Kid (A minor) Rock and Limp Bizkit (B flat minor) soft
Sip (F minor) Cris', get chips,
(A minor) wrist (B flat minor) glist' – I floss
Stick- shift (A minor) look sick up in that
Boxster Porsche
With the top cut off,
rich kids go (F minor) and cop The Source (A minor)
(F minor) They (A minor) don't know about
the blocks I'm on
And (B flat minor) every body (A minor) wanna know
where the kid go
Where he rest at,
where he (A minor) shop at and dress at
Know (A minor) he got dough,
where does he live? Is he still in the Bridge?
(F minor) 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 (A minor) interviews like that
It's not only my jewels,
ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced (A minor) that
Who am I? The back (A minor) twister
, lingerie ripper
Automatic leg- spreader,
quicker brain- getter
Keepin' it gangsta with ya
(uhh)
I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
Verse 7
You from the hood,
I hope you (got yourself a gun)
You want beef,
I hope you (got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
take what I want
(A minor) So you tried to front,
hope you (got yourself a gun)
You ain't real,
hope you (got yourself a gun)
Got Yourself A...
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