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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 you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got 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, hope ya (got a gun)
You real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest
The I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this level
Why would you who's better? The world is still mine
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like
To take it back to Africa, I did it Biggie
Me and Tupac were of the same struggle
You lames huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder apparel
But the Q.B. stand for no quarterback
Every word is like a sawed-off blast, y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul ass in
for the hood 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 Escobar
You know the kid got his tooth fixed
Hair with a barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for life
the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's player
So who are you playa? awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical, cups of Vodka too
chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? Never, 'member I do through righteous steps
You Judists I was gone, so in light of my death
Y'all all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me "God's Son", with my low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey
This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with Nas flow
Flip the back, now it's all reppin'
Hit the record sto', let me go, get my whole collection, yo

It's, the, return of the Prince, the
This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Bizkit's soft
Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I
Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxter
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The
don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know 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 that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty
Look at my tennis shoes, I that
Who am I? The back-twister,
Automatic leg-spreader, brain-getter
Keepin' it gangsta ya, uh

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