Just another classic...[Lyrics]\n\n[sample singing]\n\"Woke up this mornin\', you got yourself a gun, you got yourself a gun\"..\n\n[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 agun\")\nAnd when I see you I\'ma take what I want\nso you tried to front, hope ya (\"got yourself a gun\")\nYou 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 wouldyou 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.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2]\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\' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too\nPapi chu\', tore up, wake up in a hospital\nThrow up? never, \'member I do this through righteous steps\nyou Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death\ny\'all been all happygo lucky, bunch of sambos\ncall me Gods Son, with my pants low\nI don\'t die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo\nthis is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow, reppin\'\nhit the record sto\', never let me go, get my whole collection.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt\'s - the - return of the Prince, theboss\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 boxsta 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 like that\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\n\n[Chorus] got, hip, hop, Nas, new, rap, york, yourself