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"Woke up mornin', you got yourself a gun, you got
a gun"..

Yo I'm livin' in this time enemy lines
so I got mine, I hope you ("got a gun")
You from the hood, I you ("got yourself a gun"
you beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you I'ma take what I
so you tried to front, ya ("got yourself a gun")
You real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My first album had no guest appearances
the outcome, I'm was the best lyricist
years on this professional level
why would you question who's
the World is still mine, tattoos
with "God's Son" the belly, the boss of rap
you saw me in Belly with thoughts like
to take it to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all
the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads,
but the Q.B. don't for no quarterback
every is like a sawed-off blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the hearse
that to haul y'all ass in
it's for the hood by the store
many try, die, come at Nas if you want a war.
get it bloody.

2]
I'm the N the A to the
and If I wasn't I been Escobar
you know the kid got his chipped tooth
parted with a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
the return of the Child, son of a blues player
so who are you playa? y'all the true 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 thought I was gone, so in light of my death
y'all been all happy go lucky, of sambos
call me Gods Son, my pants low
I die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
this is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with Nas flow, reppin'
hit the sto', never let me go, get my whole collection.

3]
It's - the - return of the Prince, the
this is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Bizkit's soft
sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I
shift look sick up in that boxed up Porsche
with the top cut off, rich go and cop the source
they know about the blocks I'm on
and everybody know where the kid live, where he rest at?
where he at and dress at?
know he got dough, does he live?
is he in the bridge?
does he really know how ill he is?
got all of y'all my moves
my and my jewels
hop in my coupe, interviews like that
It's not my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my shoes, I iced that
Who am I? the twister, lingerie ripper
automatic leg spreader, quicker brain
it gangsta wit' ya