《Got Ur Self A》是Nas演唱的歌曲，由Edwards,Burnett,Black作詞，收錄於《Stillmatic》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Got Ur Self A
- 所屬專輯：Stillmatic
- 歌曲原唱：Nas
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
Woke up this mornin' yeah
You got yo'self a gun yeah yeah yeah
Got yo'self a gun
Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
So
I got mine I hope you got yo'self a gun
You from the hood I hope you got yo'self a gun
You want beef I hope ya got yo'self a gun
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So you tried to front hope ya got yo'self a gun
You ain't real hope ya got yo'self a gun
My first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome I'm 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 Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle your team's 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 bloody uh
I got mine I hope you got yo'self a gun
You from the hood I hope you got yo'self a gun
You want beef I hope ya got yo'self a gun
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So you tried to front hope ya got yo'self a gun
You ain't real hope ya got yo'self a gun
Yo 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 barber's preciseness Bravehearted for life
It's the return of the Golden Child son of a blue's 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
Flip the beat back now it's all reppin'
Hit the record sto' never let me go get my whole collection yo
I got mine I hope you got yo'self a gun
You from the hood I hope you got yo'self a gun
You want beef I hope ya got yo'self a gun
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So you tried to front hope ya got yo'self a gun
You ain't real hope ya got yo'self a gun
It's the return of the Prince the boss
This is real hardcore Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
Sip Cris' get chips wrist gliss I floss
Stick shift look sick up in that Boxter 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 want to 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
