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Woke up mornin', (yeah)
You got a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a gun

Yo, I'm in this time behind enemy lines so

I got mine, I you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I
So, you to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best
Many years on this professional
Why would you question who's The world is still mine
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with like that
To take it to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and Tupac were of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your team's
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause is my football field
Throwin' from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
But the Q.B. don't stand for no
Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all
And I'm the black hearse that to haul y'all ass in
It's for the by the corner store
Many try, many die, at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody, uh

Yo, I'm the N the A to the
And If I wasn't, I must've been
You the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
parted with a barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for life
It's the return of the Child, son of a blue's player
So who are you playa? Y'all awaited the savior
Puffin' tropical, cups of that Vodka too
Papi chu', up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? Never, 'member I do this righteous steps
You Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my
Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of
me "God's Son", with my pants low
I die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
This is Nasdaq dough, in my with this Nas flow
the beat back, now it's all reppin'
Hit the sto', never let me go, get my whole collection, yo

It's, the, return of the Prince, the
is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
Sip Cris', get chips, gliss, I floss
shift, look sick up in that Boxter Porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The
They don't know the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know the kid go? Where he rest at?
he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where he live? Is he still in the bridge?
Does he really how ill that he is?
Got all of watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, interviews like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced
Who am I? The back-twister,
Automatic leg-spreader, brain-getter
Keepin' it gangsta ya, uh

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