Lyrics Got Yourself A Gun.lrc Nas
[id: pshkqdde]
[ar: Nas]
[al: Mixtape 2008 / Granada]
[ti: Got Yourself a Gun]
[length: 00:00]
[00:01.08]Woke up this mornin’ (yeah)
[00:04.36]You got yourself a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[00:07.09]Got yourself a gun
[00:08.25]Yo, I’m livin’ in this time behind enemy lines
[00:10.69]So, I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[00:13.57]You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[00:15.98]You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[00:18.58]And when I see you I’ma take what I want
[00:20.60]So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun)
[00:23.73]You ain’t real, hope you (got yourself a gun)
[00:27.67]My first album had no famous guest appearances
[00:31.06]The outcome: I’m crowned the best lyricist
[00:34.26]Many years on this professional level
[00:36.31]Why would you question who’s better? The world is still mine
[00:38.64]Tattoo’s real, with “God’s Son” across the belly, the boss of rap
[00:41.92]You saw me in Belly with thoughts like that
[00:44.07]To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
[00:46.31]Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle
[00:49.05]You lames a huddle, your team’s shook
[00:50.58]Y’all feel the wrath of a killer, ’cause this is my football field
[00:54.13]Throwin’ passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
[00:56.79]But the QB don’t stand for no quarterback
[00:59.25]Every word is like a sawed-off blast ’cause y’all all soft
[01:01.96]And I’m the black hearse that came to haul y’all ass in
[01:04.61]It’s for the hood by the corner store
[01:06.48]Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody!
[01:12.48]I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[01:15.19]You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[01:17.51]You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[01:20.20]And when I see you I’ma take what I want
[01:22.32]So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun)
[01:25.39]You ain’t real, hope you (got yourself a gun)
[01:29.86]Yo, I’m the N, the A to the S-I-R
[01:32.42]And if I wasn’t, I must’ve been Escobar
[01:34.93]You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
[01:37.25]Hair parted with a, barber’s preciseness
[01:39.20]Bravehearted for life, it’s
[01:40.71]The return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player
[01:43.44]So who are you, player? Y’all awaited the true savior
[01:46.00]Puffin’ that tropical, cups of that vodka, too
[01:48.24]Papi chu’, tore up, wake up in a hospital
[01:50.82]Throw up? Never! ‘Member I do this through righteous steps
[01:53.57]You Judas thought I was gone, so in light of my death
[01:56.01]Y’all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
[01:58.83]Call me “God’s Son” with my pants low
[02:00.92]I don’t die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
[02:03.63]This is NASDAQ though, in my Nascar, with this Nas flow
[02:07.11]What could beat that? Not a soul reppin’
[02:09.25]Hit the record store, never let me go, get my whole collection, yo
[02:14.08]I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[02:16.61]You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[02:19.19]You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[02:22.08]And when I see you I’ma take what I want
[02:23.95]So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun)
[02:26.94]You ain’t real, hope you (got yourself a gun)
[02:30.89]It’s, the, return of the prince, the boss
[02:33.54]This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft
[02:36.61]Sip Cris’, get chips, wrist glist’ – I floss
[02:39.29]Stick-shift look sick up in that Boxster Porsche
[02:41.95]With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
[02:45.12]They don’t know about the blocks I’m on
[02:47.12]And everybody wanna know where the kid go
[02:49.64]Where he rest at, where he shop at and dress at
[02:52.08]Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the Bridge?
[02:55.34]Does he really know how ill that he is?
[02:57.38]Got all of y’all watchin’ my moves, my watch and my jewels
[03:00.24]Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
[03:02.94]It’s not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
[03:05.69]Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that
[03:07.49]Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper
[03:10.25]Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
[03:13.04]Keepin’ it gangsta with ya (uhh)
[03:15.71]I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[03:18.13]You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[03:20.56]You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
[03:23.25]And when I see you I’ma take what I want
[03:25.25]So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun)
[03:28.50]You ain’t real, hope you (got yourself a gun)
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