Got Ur Self A... Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Woke up this mornin', yeah, you got yourself a gun 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, got yourself a gun 

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

So I got mine, I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You from the hood, I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You want beef I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

And when I see you I'ma take what I want 

So you tried to front, hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You ain't real, hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

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My first album had no famous guest appearances 

The outcome, I'm was crowned the best lyricist 

Many years on this professional level 

Why would you question who's better? 

The world is still mine, tattoos real 

With "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap 

You saw me in belly with thoughts like that 

To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie 

Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle 

You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel 

The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field 

Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel 

But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback 

Every word is like a sawed-off blast 

'Cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse 

That came to haul y'all ass in 

It's for the hood by the corner store 

Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war 

Get it Buddy 

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I got mine, I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You from the hood, I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You want beef I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

And when I see you I'ma take what I want 

So you tried to front, hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You ain't real, hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

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, Brave Hearted for life 

It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player 

So who are you playa? y'all awaited the true savior 

Puffin' that Tropical, cups of that Vodka too 

Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital 

Throw up? Never, 'member I do this through righteous steps 

You Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death 

Y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of Sambos 

Call me God's Son, with my pants low 

I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo 

This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow, reppin' 

Hit the record sto', never let me go 

Get my whole collection 

I got mine, I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You from the hood, I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You want beef I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

And when I see you I'ma take what I want 

So you tried to front, hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You ain't real, hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

It's the return of the Prince, the boss 

This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft 

Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss 

Stick shift look sick up in that boxsta Porsche 

With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source 

They don't know about the blocks I'm on 

And everybody wanna know where the kid go 

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 moves, my watch and my jewels 

Hop in myCoupe, dodge interviews like that 

It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains 

Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that 

Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper 

Automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter 

Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya 

I got mine, I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You from the hood, I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You want beef I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

And when I see you I'ma take what I want 

So you tried to front, hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You ain't real, hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

(Got yourself a gun) 

I got mine, I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You from the hood, I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You want beef I hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

And when I see you I'ma take what I want 

So you tried to front, hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun) 

You ain't real, hope ya 

(Got yourself a gun)