Текст песни Nas - Got Yourself A Gun, слова песни Nas

Текст песни Nas - Got Yourself A Gun

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[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 linesso 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 wantso 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 appearancesthe outcome, I`m was crowned the best lyricistmany years on this professional levelwhy would you question who`s better?the World is still mine, tattoos realwith "God`s Son" across the belly, the boss of rapyou saw me in Belly with thoughts like thatto take it back to Africa, I did it with BiggieMe and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggleYou lames should huddle, your teams shook y`all feelthe wrath of a killer, `cause this is my football field Throwin` passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparelbut the Q.B. don`t stand for no quarterbackevery word is like a sawed-off blast`cause y`all all soft and I`m the black hearsethat came to haul y`all ass init`s for the hood by the corner storemany try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war.[Chorus][Verse 2]I`m the N the A to the S-I-Rand If I wasn`t I must`ve been Escobaryou know the kid got his chipped tooth fixedHair parted with a barbers precisenessBravehearted for life, it`s - the return of the Golden Child, son of a blues playerso who are you playa? y`all awaited the true saviorpuffin` that tropical, cups of that Vodka tooPapi chu`, tore up, wake up in a hospitalThrow up? never, `member I do this through righteous stepsyou Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my deathy`all been all happy go lucky, bunch of samboscall me Gods Son, with my pants lowI don`t die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablothis 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 bossthis is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit`s softsip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I flossstick shift look sick up in that boxed up Porschewith the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the sourcethey don`t know about the blocks I`m onand 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 movesmy watch and my jewelshop in my coupe, dodge interviews like thatIt`s not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chainsLook at my tennis shoes, I iced thatWho am I? the back twister, lingerie ripperautomatic leg spreader, quicker brain getterkeepin` it gangsta wit` ya[Chorus]

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