Lyrics Got Ur Self a….lrc Nas
[id: pshksyrp]
[ar: Nas]
[al: Stillmatic]
[ti: Got Ur Self a…]
[length: 03:48]
[00:00.17]Woke up this mornin’ (Yeah)
[00:03.62]You got yourself a gun (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[00:06.22]Got yourself a gun
[00:07.18]Yo, I’m livin’ in this time behind enemy lines
[00:09.67]So, I got mine, I hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[00:12.64]You from the hood, I hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[00:15.17]You want beef, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[00:17.82]And when I see you, I’ma take what I want
[00:19.97]So you tried to front, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[00:23.09]You ain’t real, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[00:26.86]My first album had no famous guest appearances
[00:30.35]The outcome, I’m crowned the best lyricist
[00:33.34]Many years on this professional level
[00:35.34]Why would you question who’s better? The world is still mine
[00:37.81]Tattoo’s real, with “God’s Son” across the belly, the boss of rap
[00:41.39]You saw me in Belly with thoughts like that
[00:43.25]To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
[00:45.69]Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle
[00:48.04]You lames a huddle, your team’s shook
[00:50.08]Y’all feel the wrath of a killer, ’cause this is my football field
[00:53.21]Throwin’ passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
[00:55.77]But the QB don’t stand for no quarterback
[00:58.46]Every word is like a sawed-off blast ’cause y’all all soft
[01:01.27]And I’m the black hearse that came to haul y’all ass in
[01:03.82]It’s for the hood by the corner store
[01:05.75]Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody!
[01:11.33]I got mine, I hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[01:14.13]You from the hood, I hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[01:16.64]You want beef, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[01:19.31]And when I see you, I’ma take what I want
[01:21.40]So you tried to front, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[01:24.42]You ain’t real, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[01:28.32]Yo, I’m the N, the A to the S-I-R
[01:31.73]And if I wasn’t, I must’ve been Escobar
[01:34.19]You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
[01:36.18]Hair parted with a, barber’s preciseness
[01:38.37]Bravehearted for life, it’s
[01:39.86]The return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player
[01:42.61]So who are you, player? Y’all awaited the true savior
[01:45.14]Puffin’ that tropical, cups of that vodka, too
[01:47.54]Papi chu’, tore up, wake up in a hospital
[01:49.86]Throw up? Never! ‘Member I do this through righteous steps
[01:52.89]You Judas thought I was gone, so in light of my death
[01:55.38]Y’all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
[01:58.01]Call me “God’s Son” with my pants low
[01:59.99]I don’t die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
[02:02.86]This is NASDAQ though, in my Nascar, with this Nas flow
[02:06.05]What could beat that? Not a soul reppin’
[02:08.09]Hit the record store, never let me go, get my whole collection, yo
[02:13.10]I got mine, I hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[02:15.83]You from the hood, I hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[02:18.30]You want beef, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[02:20.87]And when I see you, I’ma take what I want
[02:22.79]So you tried to front, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[02:25.98]You ain’t real, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[02:29.50]It’s, the, return of the prince, the boss
[02:32.45]This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft
[02:35.71]Sip Cris’, get chips, wrist glist’, I floss
[02:38.11]Stick-shift look sick up in that Boxster Porsche
[02:40.89]With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
[02:43.91]They don’t know about the blocks I’m on
[02:45.82]And everybody wanna know where the kid go
[02:48.60]Where he rest at, where he shop at and dress at
[02:51.13]Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the Bridge?
[02:54.35]Does he really know how ill that he is?
[02:56.10]Got all of y’all watchin’ my moves, my watch and my jewels
[02:59.32]Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
[03:01.72]It’s not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
[03:04.56]Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that
[03:06.63]Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper
[03:09.87]Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
[03:11.71]Keepin’ it gangsta with ya (Uhh)
[03:14.79]I got mine, I hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[03:17.46]You from the hood, I hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[03:19.99]You want beef, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[03:22.50]And when I see you, I’ma take what I want
[03:24.75]So you tried to front, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[03:27.65]You ain’t real, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[03:31.04](Got yourself a gun)
[03:35.14]I got mine, I hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[03:37.65]You from the hood, I hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[03:40.39]You want beef, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[03:42.75]And when I see you, I’ma take what I want
[03:45.11]So you tried to front, hope you (Got yourself a gun)
[03:47.78]Year of Release: 2001