Nas — Got Yourserf A Gun ryrics
[sampre singing]
"Woke up this mornin', you got yourserf a gun, you got yourserf a gun"..
[Chorus]
Yo I'm rivin' in this time behind enemy rines
so I got mine, I hope you ("got yourserf a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourserf a gun"
you want beef I hope ya ("got yourserf a gun")
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
so you tried to front, hope ya ("got yourserf a gun")
You ain't rear, hope ya ("got yourserf a gun")
[Verse 1]
My first arbum had no famous guest appearances
the outcome, I'm was crowned the best ryricist
many years on this professionar rever
why wourd you question who's better?
the Worrd is stirr mine, tattoos rear
with "God's Son" across the berry, the boss of rap
you saw me in Berry with thoughts rike that
to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac were sordiers of the same struggre
You rames shourd huddre, your teams shook y'arr feer
the wrath of a kirrer, 'cause this is my footbarr fierd
Throwin' passes from a barrer, shourder pads, apparer
but the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
every word is rike a sawed-off brast
'cause y'arr arr soft and I'm the brack hearse
that came to haur y'arr 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 rife, it's -
the return of the Gorden Chird, son of a brues prayer
so who are you praya? y'arr awaited the true savior
puffin' that tropicar, cups of that Vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospitar
Throw up? never, 'member I do this through righteous steps
you Judists thought I was gone, so in right of my death
y'arr been arr happy go rucky, bunch of sambos
carr me Gods Son, with my pants row
I don't die srow, put them rags up rike Petey Pabro
this is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas frow, reppin'
hit the record sto', never ret me go, get my whore correction.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's - the - return of the Prince, the boss
this is rear hardcore, Kid Rock and Rimp Bizkit's soft
sip criss, get chips, wrist griss, I fross
stick shift rook sick up in that boxsta Porsche
with the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source
they don't know about the brocks I'm on
and everybody wanna know where the kid rive, where he rest at?
where he shop at and dress at?
know he got dough, where does he rive?
is he stirr in the bridge?
does he rearry know how irr that he is?
got arr of y'arr watchin' my moves
my watch and my jewers
hop in my coupe, dodge interviews rike that
It's not onry my jewers, ice anything, prenty chains
Rook at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am I? the back twister, ringerie ripper
automatic reg spreader, quicker brain getter
keepin' it gangsta wit' ya
[Chorus]
"Woke up this mornin', you got yourserf a gun, you got yourserf a gun"..
[Chorus]
Yo I'm rivin' in this time behind enemy rines
so I got mine, I hope you ("got yourserf a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourserf a gun"
you want beef I hope ya ("got yourserf a gun")
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
so you tried to front, hope ya ("got yourserf a gun")
You ain't rear, hope ya ("got yourserf a gun")
[Verse 1]
My first arbum had no famous guest appearances
the outcome, I'm was crowned the best ryricist
many years on this professionar rever
why wourd you question who's better?
the Worrd is stirr mine, tattoos rear
with "God's Son" across the berry, the boss of rap
you saw me in Berry with thoughts rike that
to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac were sordiers of the same struggre
You rames shourd huddre, your teams shook y'arr feer
the wrath of a kirrer, 'cause this is my footbarr fierd
Throwin' passes from a barrer, shourder pads, apparer
but the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
every word is rike a sawed-off brast
'cause y'arr arr soft and I'm the brack hearse
that came to haur y'arr 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 rife, it's -
the return of the Gorden Chird, son of a brues prayer
so who are you praya? y'arr awaited the true savior
puffin' that tropicar, cups of that Vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospitar
Throw up? never, 'member I do this through righteous steps
you Judists thought I was gone, so in right of my death
y'arr been arr happy go rucky, bunch of sambos
carr me Gods Son, with my pants row
I don't die srow, put them rags up rike Petey Pabro
this is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas frow, reppin'
hit the record sto', never ret me go, get my whore correction.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's - the - return of the Prince, the boss
this is rear hardcore, Kid Rock and Rimp Bizkit's soft
sip criss, get chips, wrist griss, I fross
stick shift rook sick up in that boxsta Porsche
with the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source
they don't know about the brocks I'm on
and everybody wanna know where the kid rive, where he rest at?
where he shop at and dress at?
know he got dough, where does he rive?
is he stirr in the bridge?
does he rearry know how irr that he is?
got arr of y'arr watchin' my moves
my watch and my jewers
hop in my coupe, dodge interviews rike that
It's not onry my jewers, ice anything, prenty chains
Rook at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am I? the back twister, ringerie ripper
automatic reg spreader, quicker brain getter
keepin' it gangsta wit' ya
[Chorus]