got urself a gun by nas and yes it is better than he nas is like i put up lol[sample singing]\"Woke up this mornin\', you got yourself a gun, you got yourself a gun\"..[Chorus]\nYo I\'m livin\' in this time behind enemy lines\nso I got mine, I hope you (\"got yourself a gun\")\nYou from the hood, I hope you (\"got yourself a gun\"\nyou want beef I hope ya (\"got yourself a gun\")\nAnd when I see you I\'ma take what I want\nso you tried to front, hope ya (\"got yourself a gun\")You ain\'t real, hope ya (\"got yourself a gun\")\n\n[Verse 1]\nMy first album had no famous guest appearances\nthe outcome, I\'m was crowned the best lyricist\nmany years on this professional level\nwhy would you question who\'s better?\nthe World is still mine, tattoos real\nwith \"God\'s Son\" across the belly,the boss of rap\nyou saw me in Belly with thoughts like that\nto take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie\nMe and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle\nYou lames should huddle, your teams shook y\'all feel\nthe wrath of a killer, \'cause this is my football field \nThrowin\' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel\nbut the Q.B. don\'t stand for no quarterback\nevery word is like a sawed-off blast\n\'cause y\'all all soft and I\'m the black hearse\nthat came to haul y\'all ass in\nit\'s for the hood by the corner store\nmany try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war.\nget it bloody.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse2]\nI\'m the N the A to the S-I-R\nand If I wasn\'t I must\'ve been Escobar\nyou know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed\nHair parted with a barbers preciseness\nBravehearted for life, it\'s - \nthe return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player\nso who are you playa? y\'all awaited the true savior\npuffin\'thattropical, 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,what could beat that not a soul reppin\'hit the record sto\', never let me go, get my whole collection.[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt\'s - the - return of the Prince, the boss\nthis is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit\'s soft\nsip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss\nstick shift look sick up in that boxer Porsche\nwith the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source\nthey don\'t know about the blocks I\'m on\nand everybody wanna know where the kid go, where he rest at?\nwhere he shop at and dress at?\nknow he got dough, where does he live?\nis he still in the bridge?\ndoes he really know how ill that he is?\ngot all of y\'all watchin\' my moves\nmy watch and my jewels\nhop in my coupe, dodge interviews likethat\nIt\'s not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains\nLook at my tennis shoes, I iced that\nWho am I? the back twister, lingerie ripper\nautomatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter\nkeepin\' it gangsta wit\' ya got, gun, lyrics, nas, self, ur