Lyric of Nas GOT UR SELF A...,Composer:NASIR JONES, MEGAHERTZ, CHESTER BURNETT, SIMON EDWARDS, PIERS MARSH, ROBERT SPRAGG, JOHN BLACK,Writer:NASIR JONES, MEGAHERTZ, CHESTER BURNETT, SIMON EDWARDS, PIERS MARSH, ROBERT SPRAGG, JOHN BLACK
Singer : Nas
Writer : NASIR JONES, MEGAHERTZ, CHESTER BURNETT, SIMON EDWARDS, PIERS MARSH, ROBERT SPRAGG, JOHN BLACK
Composer : NASIR JONES, MEGAHERTZ, CHESTER BURNETT, SIMON EDWARDS, PIERS MARSH, ROBERT SPRAGG, JOHN BLACK
INTRO:(woke up this mornin)(you got yourself a gun)yeah, yeah yeah(got yourself a gun) CHORUS:yo livin in this time behind enemy linesso i got minei hope you(got yourself a gun)you from the hood i hope you(got yourself a gun)you want beef hope you(got yourself a gun)and when i see you i'ma take what i want soyou tried to front hope yougot yourself a gunyou aint real hope yougot yourself a gun VERSE 1:my first albumhad no famous guest appearancesthe out comei'm crowned the best lyricistmany years on this professional levelwhy would you quest in who's betterthe world is still minetattoos realwith godson across the bellythe boss of rapyou saw me in belly with thoughts like thatthen take it back to africai did it with biggieme and tupac were soldiers of the same struggleyou lames should huddleyour teams shook ya feel the wrath of a killerand this is my football fieldthrowin passes from a barrel shoulder pads apparelbut the QB don't stand for no quarterbackevery word is like a sawed off blastcause yall all softand i'm the black hearse that came to haul yall ass inits for the hoodby the corner storemany try many diecome to nas if you want a warget it runnin CHORUS:yo livin in this time behind enemy linesso i got minei hope you(got yourself a gun)you from the hood i hope you(got yourself a gun)you want beef hope you(got yourself a gun)and when i see you i'ma take what i want soyou tried to front hope yougot yourself a gunyou aint real hope yougot yourself a gun VERSE 2:yoi'm the N the Ato the SIRand if i wasn't i must have been escobaryou know the kidgot his chipped tooth fixedhair parted with a barbers precisenessbravehearted forlife thisreturn of the golden childson of a blues playerso who are you playerya waited the truth saviorpumpin that tropicalcups of that vodka toopoppy chu's tore upwake up in a hospitalthrow up never(re)member i do this through ritious stepsyou judas thought i was gone so in light of my deathya been all happy-go-luckybunch of samboo'scall me god sonwith my pants lowi don't die slowput them rags up like pete pablothi