"Woke Up This Mornin', You Got Yourself A Gun,

You Got Yourself A Gun.."



[Chorus]

Yo I'm Livin' In This Time Behind Enemy Lines

So 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 Want

So 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 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.



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

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

Bravehearted 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, Bu