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Got Ur Self A Gun
作詞:Jake Black, Chester Burnett, Simon Edwards, Nasir Jones, Rob Marsh, Piers Spragg, Dorsey Wesley
Woke up this mornin', yeah You got ur self a gun, yeah, yeah, yeah Got ur self a gun Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
So I got mine, I hope you got ur self a gun You from the hood, I hope you got ur self a gun You want beef? Hope ya got ur self a gun An' when I see you, I'ma take what I want So you tried to front, hope ya got ur self a gun You ain't real, hope ya got ur 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 an' 2Pac 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 An' 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
I got mine, I hope you got ur self a gun You from the hood, I hope you got ur self a gun You want beef? Hope ya got ur self a gun An' when I see you, I'ma take what I want So you tried to front, hope ya got ur self a gun You ain't real, hope ya got ur self a gun
Yo, I'm the N, the A to the S I R An' 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, brave hearted 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 もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com 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 store, never let me go, get my whole collection, yo
I got mine, I hope you got ur self a gun You from the hood, I hope you got ur self a gun You want beef? Hope ya got ur self a gun An' when I see you, I'ma take what I want So you tried to front, hope ya got ur self a gun You ain't real, hope ya got ur self a gun
It's the return of the Prince, the boss This is real hardcore, Kid Rock an' Limp Bizkit's soft Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I floss Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxster Porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go an' cop The Source They don't know about the blocks I'm on An' everybody wanna know where the kid go? Where he rest at? Where he shop at an' 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 y'all watchin' my moves, my watch an' my jewels Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper Automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya
I got mine, I hope you got ur self a gun You from the hood, I hope you got ur self a gun You want beef? Hope ya got ur self a gun An' when I see you, I'ma take what I want So you tried to front, hope ya got ur self a gun You ain't real, hope ya got ur self a gun, got ur self a gun
I got mine, I hope you got ur self a gun You from the hood, I hope you got ur self a gun You want beef? Hope ya got ur self a gun An' when I see you, I'ma take what I want So you tried to front, hope ya got ur self a gun
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