Kunci: D minor
Verse 1
Gm
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 you (got yourself
a gun)
You from the hood,
I hope you (got yourself a gun)
You want beef, I hope you
(got yourself a gun)
Cm
And when I see you I'ma
take what I want
Gm
So you tried to front, hope you (got your
self a gun)
You ain't real, hope you
(got yourself a gun)
Verse 2
Gm
My first album had no famous
guest appearances
Ab
Gm
The outcome: I'm crowned
Ab
Gm
the best lyricist
Many years on this
professional level
Dm
Gm
Why would you question who's
better? The world is still mine
Tattoo's 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
Cm
Me and 2Pac were soldiers
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
Eb
But the QB don't stand
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!
Verse 3
Gm
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 you
(got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
take what I want
So you tried to front,
hope you (got yourself a gun)
You ain't real,
Cm
hope you (got yourself a gun)
Gm
Yo, I'm
Verse 4
the N, the A to the S- I- R
And if I wasn't,
I must've been Escobar
Ab
Gm
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 blues player
So who are you,
player? Y'all awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical,
cups of that vodka, too
Gm
Throw up? Never! 'Member I do
this through righteous steps
You Judas thought I was gone,
so in light of my death
Y'all been all happy- go- lucky,
Gm
Call me "God's Son" with my pants low
I don't die slow,
Ab
put them rags up like Petey Pablo
Eb
Gm
Ab
This is NASDAQ though,
Gm
in my Nascar, with this Nas flow
What could beat that? Not a soul reppin'
Hit the record store, never let me go,
get my whole collection, yo
Verse 5
Gm
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 you (got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
take what I want
So you tried to front, hope
you (got yourself a gun)
Cm
You ain't real, hope you
(got yourself a gun)
Gm
It's, the, return of the prince,
Verse 6
the boss
Abm
Ebm
This is real hardcore,
Gm
Abm
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft
Ebm
Sip Cris', get chips,
Gm
Abm
wrist glist' – I floss
Gm
Stick- shift look sick up in that
Boxster Porsche
With the top cut off,
Ebm
Gm
rich kids go and cop The Source
Ebm
Gm
They don't know about
the blocks I'm on
Abm
Gm
And every body wanna know
where the kid go
Where he rest at,
Gm
where he shop at and dress at
where does he live? Is he still in the Bridge?
Ebm
Does he really know how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all watchin' my moves,
my watch and my jewels
Hop in my coupe,
Gm
dodge interviews like that
It's not only my jewels,
ice anything, plenty chains
Gm
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Gm
Who am I? The back twister
, lingerie ripper
Automatic leg- spreader,
quicker brain- getter
Keepin' it gangsta with ya
(uhh)
I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun)
Verse 7
You from the hood,
I hope you (got yourself a gun)
You want beef,
I hope you (got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
take what I want
Gm
So you tried to front,
hope you (got yourself a gun)
You ain't real,
hope you (got yourself a gun)
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