Woke up this morning (yeah) Got yourself a gun (yeah yeah yeah) Got yourself a gun Yo im living in this behind enemy lines So I got mine, hope ya got yourself a gun You from the hood, hope ya got yourself a gun You want beef, hope ya got yourself a gun And when I see you I'ma take what I want so You try to front, hope ya got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope ya got yourself a gun My first album has no famous guests, penesis The outcome, I'm crowned the best neresis Many years on this professional level what would you question is better The world is still mine Tattoos, real reguards son of a across the belly The Boss of rap he saw me and belly thoughts like that They take it back to africa, I did it with baby Me and tupac were soldiers of the same struggle You lanced a huddle you kan shooked I fail the rapper Baquella This is my footbal field Throwing passes from a barrel Show the pad to parrel But the QB dun stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sodd off blast Coz ya all sodd and im the black herst to came to all ya lassin This for the hood by the corner store Many cry, many die Commit Nas if you wanna walk get it blood it Yo im living in this behind enemy lines So I got mine, hope ya got yourself a gun You from the hood, hope ya got yourself a gun You want beef, hope ya got yourself a gun And when I see you I'ma take what I want so You try to front, hope ya got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope ya got yourself a gun Yo im the "N" the "a" to the "sir" and if I wasn't I must've been escobar You know the kid got his chicks too fit Kant party with the barbus precise bravehearted for life Return of the golden child Son of a blues player so who are you player Ya waited the truth save ya Puppin that poppa crew, cops in that vodka too Poppy choose to grow up wake up in a hospital So i dun neva, remember I do this the righteous step You jewdous thought I was gone so when I'ma light up my death Ya been all happy, go lucky bunch of sandles call me godson with my pants low I dun gots low put them rags up like petey pablo This is NASDAQ though in my nas car with the nas flow Who could beat that not a songg reppin Hit the record store neva let me go Get my whole collection yo Yo im living in this behind enemy lines So I got mine, hope ya got yourself a gun You from the hood, hope ya got yourself a gun You want beef, hope ya got yourself a gun And when I see you I'ma take what I want so You try to front, hope ya got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope ya got yourself a gun It's the return of the Prince the Bars This is real hardcore Kid Rockin and Limp Bizkits off Sit tricks get chicks risks rinse a floss Stick shift look stick up in that box of porch The top cut off rich kids goin cop the sauce They don't know about the blocks Amor And everybody wanna know where kids go Where they rest at, where they shop at, and dress at You know we got dough, where does he live Is he still at the bridge, does he realli know how iller he is? Got all of ya watching my moves watching my jewels Hoppin mah coop, dodge interviews like that It's not only mah jewels, ice anything plenty things look at my tennis shoes are iced out Who am i, the backtwister, the lingerie ripper automatic legg spreader put the brain gett it Keepin it gangsta with cha Yo im living in this behind enemy lines So I got mine, hope ya got yourself a gun You from the hood, hope ya got yourself a gun You want beef, hope ya got yourself a gun And when I see you I'ma take what I want so You try to front, hope ya got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope ya got yourself a gun Got yourself a gun Yo im living in this behind enemy lines So I got mine, hope ya got yourself a gun You from the hood, hope ya got yourself a gun You want beef, hope ya got yourself a gun And when I see you I'ma take what I want so You try to front, hope ya got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope ya got yourself a gun