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Woke up mornin', (yeah)
You got a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind lines so

I got mine, I you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got a gun)
You beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I
So, you to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best
Many years on this professional
Why would you question who's better? The is still mine
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts that
To take it to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and Tupac were soldiers of the same
You should huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads
But the Q.B. stand for no quarterback
Every word is a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to y'all ass in
It's for the by the corner store
Many try, many die, at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody, uh

Yo, I'm the N the A to the
And If I wasn't, I must've Escobar
You know the kid got his chipped tooth
Hair parted with a barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for
It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a player
So who are you Y'all awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical, of that Vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, up in a hospital
Throw up? Never, 'member I do through righteous steps
You Judists I was gone, so in light of my death
Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of
Call me "God's Son", my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey
This is dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow
Flip the back, now it's all reppin'
Hit the record sto', let me go, get my whole collection, yo

It's, the, of the Prince, the boss
This is hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I
Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxter
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The
don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody to know where the kid go? Where he rest at?
Where he at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where he live? Is he still in the bridge?
Does he really know how ill he is?
Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I that
Who am I? The back-twister,
leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
Keepin' it wit' ya, uh

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