Got Yourself A Gun lyrics

Got Yourself A Gun lyrics

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Got Yourself A Gun lyrics

Send "Got Yourself A Gun" Ringtone to your Cell [sample singing] `Woke up this mornin`, you got yourself a gun, you got yourself a gun`.. [Chorus] Yo I`m livin` in this time behind enemy lines so I got mine, I hope you (`got yourself a gun`) You from the hood, I hope you (`got yourself a gun` you want beef I hope ya (`got yourself a gun`) And when I see you I`ma take what I want so you tried to front, hope ya (`got yourself a gun`) You ain`t real, hope ya (`got yourself a gun`) [Verse 1] My first album had no famous guest appearances the outcome, I`m was crowned the best lyricist many years on this professional level why would you question who`s better? the World is still mine, tattoos real with `God`s Son` across the belly, the boss of rap you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames should huddle, your teams shook y`all feel the wrath of a killer, `cause this is my football field Throwin` passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel but the Q.B. don`t stand for no quarterback every word is like a sawed-off blast `cause y`all all soft and I`m the black hearse that came to haul y`all ass in it`s for the hood by the corner store many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war. [Chorus] [Verse 2] I`m the N the A to the S-I-R and If I wasn`t I must`ve been Escobar you know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted with a barbers preciseness Bravehearted for life, it`s - the return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player so who are you playa? y`all awaited the true savior puffin` that tropical, cups of that Vodka too Papi chu`, tore up, wake up in a hospital Throw up? never, `member I do this through righteous steps you Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death y`all been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos call me Gods Son, with my pants low I don`t die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo this is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow, reppin` hit the record sto`, never let me go, get my whole collection. [Chorus] [Verse 3] It`s - the - return of the Prince, the boss this is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit`s soft sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss stick shift look sick up in that boxsta Porsche with the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source they don`t know about the blocks I`m on and everybody wanna know where the kid live, where he rest at? where he shop at and dress at? know he got dough, where does he live? is he still in the bridge? does he really know how ill that he is? got all of y`all watchin` my moves my watch and my jewels hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that It`s not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am I? the back twister, lingerie ripper automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter keepin` it gangsta wit` ya [Chorus] Send " Got Yourself A Gun" Ringtone to your Cell Got Yourself A Gun lyrics @ ELyrics | Got Yourself A Gun lyrics @ Kovideo | Nas Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Got Yourself A Gun lyrics @ Songlyrics | Got Yourself A Gun lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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