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

My, first album had no guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the lyricist
Many years on professional level
Why would you question who's better? The world is still
Tattoos real with "God's Son" the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" thoughts like that
To it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads
But the Q.B. don't stand for no
Every word is like a 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 store
try, many 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 been Escobar
You know the kid got his chipped fixed
Hair parted with a 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
Papi chu', up, wake up in a hospital
up? Never, 'member I do this through righteous steps
You Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my
Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of
Call me "God's Son", with my low
I die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
This is Nasdaq dough, in my with this 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, of the Prince, the boss
is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
Sip Cris', get chips, gliss, I floss
Stick shift, look sick up in Boxter Porsche
With the top cut off, kids go and cop The Source
They know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody to know where the kid go? Where he rest at?
he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, does he live? Is he still in the bridge?
he really know how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews that
not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my shoes, I iced that
Who am I? The back-twister,
Automatic leg-spreader, quicker
it gangsta wit' ya, uh

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