歌：Nas
作詞：NASIR JONES, MEGAHERTZ, CHESTER BURNETT, SIMON EDWARDS, PIERS MARSH, ROBERT SPRAGG, JOHN BLACK
作曲：NASIR JONES, MEGAHERTZ, CHESTER BURNETT, SIMON EDWARDS, PIERS MARSH, ROBERT SPRAGG, JOHN BLACK
発売：2009-11-15 08:00:31
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 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 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 aint real hope you
got yourself a gun
VERSE 1:
my first album
had no famous guest appearances
the out come
i'm crowned the best lyricist
many years on this professional level
why would you quest in who's better
the world is still mine
tattoos real
with godson across the belly
the boss of rap
you saw me in belly with thoughts like that
then take it back to africa
i did it with biggie
me and tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
you lames should huddle
your teams shook ya feel the wrath of a killer
and this is my football field
throwin passes from a barrel shoulder pads apparel
but the QB don't stand for no quarterback
every word is like a sawed off blast
cause yall all soft
and i'm the black hearse that came to haul yall ass in
its for the hood
by the corner store
many try many die
come to nas if you want a war
get it runnin
CHORUS:
yo 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 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 aint real hope you
got yourself a gun
VERSE 2:
yo
i'm the N the A
to the SIR
and if i wasn't i must have been escobar
you know the kid
got his chipped tooth fixed
hair parted with a barbers preciseness
bravehearted forlife this
return of the golden child
son of a blues player
so who are you player
ya waited the truth savior
pumpin that tropical
cups of that vodka too
poppy chu's tore up
wake up in a hospital
throw up never
(re)member i do this through ritious steps
you judas thought i was gone so in light of my death
ya been all happy-go-lucky
bunch of samboo's
call me god son
with my pants low
i don't die slow
put them rags up like pete pablo
this is nasdaq dough in my nascar
with this nas flow
what could beat that
not a soul reppin hit the recordstore
never let me go
get my whole collection yo
CHORUS:
yo 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 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 aint real hope you
got yourself a gun
VERSE 3:
its the
return of the prince the boss
this is real hardcore
kidrock and limp biscuit soft
sip cris get chips wrist glist(en)
i floss
stck shift looks sick
up in that Boxster Porsche
with the top cut off
rich kids go and cop the source
they don't know about the blocks i mourn
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 ya watchin my moves
my watch and my jewels
hop in my coupe dodge interviews
like that
its not only my jewels
ice anythin
plenty chains
look at my tennis shoes i ice that
who am i
the back twister
lingerie ripper
automatic leg spreader
the quicker brain getter
keepin it gangster with ya
CHORUS:
yo 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 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 aint real hope you
got yourself a gun