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

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

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

My, first had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the lyricist
Many years on this level
Why would you question better? The world is still mine
Tattoos real with "God's Son" 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 Tupac soldiers of the same struggle
You should huddle, your team's shook
Y'all the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder 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 came to haul ass in
It's for the hood by the corner
Many try, die, come 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 Escobar
You know the kid got his tooth fixed
Hair parted a barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for life
It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's
So who are you playa? Y'all awaited the savior
Puffin' that tropical, cups of that too
chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? Never, 'member I do through righteous steps
You Judists thought I was gone, so in of my death
been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me "God's Son", with my low
I don't die slow, put them rags up Petey Pablo
This is Nasdaq dough, in my with this Nas flow
Flip the beat back, now all reppin'
Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my collection, yo

It's, the, return of the Prince, the
This is hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
Sip Cris', get chips, gliss, I floss
Stick shift, look up in that Boxter Porsche
the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the I'm on
And want to know where 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 know how ill he is?
Got all of y'all my moves, my watch and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like
It's not my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my shoes, I iced that
Who am I? The back-twister,
leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
Keepin' it wit' ya, uh

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