Got Ur Self A..
Nas Lyrics


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Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
So...

I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'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 and Tupac 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
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, uh

I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

Yo, I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
And 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; Bravehearted for life
It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's 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
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 sto', never let me go, get my whole collection, yo

I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

It's, the, return of the Prince, the boss
This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I floss
Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxter Porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to 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 y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and 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, uh

I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)




And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

Overall Meaning

Nas's song "Got Ur Self A.." is a message to anyone against him, stating that he is ready for any challenge that comes his way. Nas talks about the importance of owning a gun in the environment he lives in, where violence and deception prevail. He implies that in this game of survival, owning a gun is essential to survival. The lyrics state that Nas has already got his gun and asks the listener if they have one too. The violence that surrounds Nas and his peers is highlighted through the song's lyrics and the necessity to stay protected.


Nas describes himself as an elite in rap history, referring to his success and longevity in the industry. He states that he has no competition, and the world is still his, and he is still the best lyricist. Through his lyrics, it is clear that he has taken the lyrics as his way of life, and he incorporates them into his everyday existence. Nas is proud of his beliefs and the ways he lives his life, and these lyrics were used to promote his unique and authentic lifestyle.


Despite its controversial message, "Got Ur Self A.." is a significant and successful single for Nas. The song was released on April 10th, 2001, as a part of his album "Stillmatic," which was his fifth studio album. Produced by Salaam Remi, the song samples the themes from "Never Gonna Stop" by Linda Clifford.


Line by Line Meaning

Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
I woke up this morning and I'm ready to face the day ahead.


You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You better protect yourself with a gun because we're living in dangerous times.


Got yo'self a gun
I'm emphasizing the importance of having a gun for self-protection.


Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
I feel like I'm living in a dangerous world where people can't be trusted.


So...
I'm setting the stage for what's to come next in my lyrics.


I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I have a gun to protect myself and I hope you have one too.


You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
If you're from the same neighborhood as me, you should definitely have a gun for safety.


You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
If you're looking for a fight, you should be ready to defend yourself with a gun.


And when I see you I'ma take what I want
If I encounter someone who is a threat, I'll do whatever I need to protect myself.


So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
If you try to act tough or intimidate me, I hope you have a gun because you'll need it.


You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
If you're fake or phony, you better have a gun to back up your words and actions.


My, first album had no famous guest appearances
I became successful on my own without relying on other famous people to boost my career.


The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
As a result of my success, I'm recognized as the best rapper and lyricist in the game.


Many years on this professional level
I've been in the rap game for a long time and have built up my skills and reputation.


Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine
I am confident in my abilities and don't see the need to prove myself to anyone. I am still on top of the rap game.


Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly
I have a tattoo that says "God's Son" to represent my faith and identity.


The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that
I'm the boss of the rap game and people saw that in my performance in the movie "Belly".


To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
I made a tribute to our African heritage in my song with Biggie, "N.Y. State of Mind".


Me and Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
Me and Tupac were fighting for the same cause and were united in our efforts.


You lames should huddle, your team's shook
You fake rappers should band together because you're too afraid to face me alone.


Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
You'll experience the full force of my talent and skill because I am in charge here, like a quarterback on a football field.


Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
I'm using my gun like a football in a game, protected by my tough outer appearance and armor.


But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
I'm not just a quarterback, I'm the best of the best, the boss of the rap game.


Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
My words pack a powerful punch and will tear down anyone who tries to come at me with weak rhymes and lyrics.


And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
I'm like a hearse coming to collect and bury all of the fake rappers who can't compete with me.


It's for the hood by the corner store
My music is for the people in my neighborhood who relate to my experiences growing up.


Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody, uh
Many rappers have tried to compete with me and failed. If you want to challenge me, be prepared for a bloody battle.


Yo, I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
I'm introducing myself as Nas, the king of the rap game.


And If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
If I wasn't the king of rap, I would've been a notorious drug lord like Pablo Escobar.


You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
I fixed my chipped tooth, a symbol of my rough upbringing, to show that I've moved past my struggles.


Hair parted with a barber's preciseness; Bravehearted for life
My hair is perfectly groomed and I have the courage and strength of a Braveheart warrior.


It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's player
I'm back and better than ever, and my father was a blues musician.


So who are you playa? Y'all awaited the true savior
I'm asking who my competition is and reminding everyone that I am the true savior of the rap game.


Puffin' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too
I'm smoking weed and sipping vodka like a true rap kingpin.


Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital
I'm so messed up on drugs and alcohol that I might end up in the hospital.


Throw up? Never, 'member I do this through righteous steps
I won't ever throw up from drinking because I handle everything with a righteous approach.


You Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death
People thought I was dead or out of the game, but I'm still here and stronger than ever.


Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
My competition has been too relaxed and carefree, like a bunch of foolish sambos.


Call me "God's Son", with my pants low
I'm referred to as "God's Son" and wear low-riding pants as a symbol of my street style.


I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
I don't fade away or die slowly, like Petey Pablo once rapped about.


This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow
I'm making Nasdaq-level money, rapping in my own style in a fast car.


Flip the beat back, now it's all reppin'
I'm changing up the beat and now it's all about representing myself and my music.


Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection, yo
My fans should always be on the lookout for my music and never forget about my entire discography.


It's, the, return of the Prince, the boss
I'm back and reigning as both the Prince and the Boss of the rap game.


This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
My music is true hardcore rap, unlike the softer styles of Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit.


Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I floss
I drink champagne, make money, wear flashy jewelry, and show off my wealth.


Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxter Porsche
I drive a manual Boxster Porsche and look cool while doing it.


With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
I'm driving with the top off my Porsche while rich kids go out and buy The Source magazine to read about me.


They don't know about the blocks I'm on
People don't know about the dangerous neighborhoods I grew up in and still visit.


And everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he rest at?
People are curious about where I go and where I sleep at night.


Where he shop at and dress at?
People also want to know where I shop and where I get my fashion.


Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the bridge?
People know I have money, but they're not sure where I live or where my roots are.


Does he really know how ill that he is?
People wonder if I'm aware of my own talent and success.


Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels
Everyone is watching me and paying attention to my every move, including what I wear and the jewelry I own.


Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
I get in my car and avoid interviews, showing that I'm in control of my own image and words.


It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
I'm not just flashy with my jewelry, but with everything I own, including cars, clothes, and more.


Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Even my tennis shoes are iced out with diamonds and other jewels.


Who am I? The back-twister, lingerie-ripper
I'm Nas, a rapper known for my dangerous and sexy personality.


Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
I'm so good in the bedroom that girls automatically spread their legs, and also smart and quick-witted.


Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya, uh
I'm always keeping it real and gangster with my fans and everyone else.




Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: CHESTER SP ACCT. BURNETT, JAKE BLACK, N. JONES, P. MARSH, S. EDWARDS

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If You are listening to this in 2024. You have an impeccable music taste.

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I got mine I hope you got yourself

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Every Year:)

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@1FanofTHEECOSYSTEM

I came here SPECIFICALLY coz K-Dot woke up on some "woke up this morning! you got yourself.." HISTORY on repeat.

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This Guy deserves a statue....this is Rap Music....Timeless

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Bruh! Preach!✊🏿

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Facts!!!!!

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