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

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

I got mine, I hope you (got a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got a gun)
You want beef? I ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you take what I want
So, you tried to front, ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got a gun)

My, album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best
years on this professional level
Why would you question better? The world is still mine
real with "God's Son" across the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with like that
To take it to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football
Throwin' from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
But the Q.B. don't stand for no
Every word is a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you 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
Hair parted with a barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for
It's the of the Golden Child, son of a blue's player
So who are you playa? Y'all awaited the true
that tropical, cups of that Vodka too
Papi chu', up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? Never, 'member I do this through steps
You Judists thought I was gone, so in of my death
Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, of sambos
me "God's Son", with my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like Pablo
is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow
Flip the beat back, now it's all
Hit the sto', never let me go, get my whole collection, yo

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

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