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

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

I got mine, I you (got yo'self a gun)
You the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I
So, you tried to front, ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, 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
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 huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my field
Throwin' passes a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
But the Q.B. stand for no quarterback
Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul ass in
It's for the hood by the corner
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 know the kid got his chipped fixed
parted with a barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for life
It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a player
So who are you Y'all awaited the true savior
Puffin' 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 I was gone, so in light of my death
Y'all all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
me "God's Son", with my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey
is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow
Flip the beat back, now it's all
Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my 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 don't know about the I'm on
And everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he at?
Where he 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 y'all watchin' my moves, my and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, interviews like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced
Who am I? The back-twister,
Automatic leg-spreader, quicker
Keepin' it gangsta ya, uh

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