Got Urself A Gun
Nas Lyrics


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

Yo, I'm 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 ain't real, hope you got yourself 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
Tattoo's 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 2Pac were soldiers
Of the same struggle
You lames could 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 QB 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

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 ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
Yo

I'm the N, the A to the S-IR
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 return of the golden child
Son of a blues player so who are you
Player? Y'all awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical, cups of that vodka
Too
Papi chu's, tore up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? Never
'member I do this through righteous steps
You Judas 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 though, in my Nascar
With this Nas flow
What could beat that? Not a soul reppin'
Hit the record store, never let me
Go, get my whole collection, yo

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 ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun

It's the return of the prince, the boss
This is real hardcore
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft
Sip Cris', get chips, wrist glist', I floss
Stick shift look 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'm on
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 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 with ya (Uh)

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 ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun

Got yourself a gun (Uh)
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 ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Got Yourself A Gun" by Nas Feat. Notorious B.I.G. speak about the violent world the artists live in, and the importance of being prepared to protect oneself in that world. Nas describes himself as living "behind enemy lines," and encourages others to have a gun to protect themselves in the event of violence. The artists brag about their ability to protect themselves and take what they want from others without fear. Nas asserts his dominance over other rappers by reminding them of his successful career and his role as the "boss of rap." He also references his collaborations with rappers Tupac and Biggie, noting their shared struggle and warrior mindset. The lyrics overall evoke a sense of toughness and aggression, and reinforce the importance of being armed and ready for violent situations.


Line by Line Meaning

Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
Started my day today


You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You have a means of protection


Got yo'self a gun
You have a way to defend yourself


Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So...
I'm living in a hostile environment


I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
I have my protection, I hope you also do


You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
If you're from the same neighborhood as me, I hope you have protection


You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
If you're looking for trouble, I hope you have a way to defend yourself


And when I see you I'ma take what I want So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
If I want something from you, I will take it. So, I hope you're prepared to defend yourself if you try to act tough


You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
If you're not authentic, I hope you have a way to protect yourself from the consequences of your actions


My, first album had no famous guest appearances The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Although I didn't have any famous guests on my first album, I am now considered the best lyricist


Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine
I've been in this business for a long time, and I'm still on top. Why would anyone question my skill?


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
My tattoos are real and represent my identity as God's Son. I am the top rapper and you can see that in my acting in 'Belly'. I worked with Biggie to bring rap back to its African roots. Me and Tupac fought for the same cause. You should stick together and be afraid of me because I am powerful


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
You're going to feel my anger because I'm like a killer on a sports field, throwing shots in every direction. I'm not playing games and every word I say is like a bullet. I'm the one who will take you out. This is for the neighborhood, and many have tried to come after me and have paid the price for it. If you want to try, be ready for a fight


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 am the king of this game, and if I wasn't, I must have been someone like Escobar. I fixed my chipped tooth and groom myself impeccably. I'm a warrior for life and known as the Golden Child, the son of a blues musician. Who are you to question me? People say I'm great and I back it up with my skill. I don't drink too much or do things that will jeopardize my health. I'm here to stay, even if others think I'm gone. Don't underestimate me because you'll regret it. I've made a lot of money in the stock market with my flow and I drive a fast car. I'll keep making music and dominating the scene


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 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 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'm back as the Prince and the boss of this genre. My music is true to the hardcore roots, unlike popular acts like Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit. I enjoy the finer things in life and show off my wealth with designer accessories and a fancy car. People who don't come from my background don't understand the struggles I've been through. Everyone wants to know everything about me, my whereabouts, my wealth, etc. I have all of you watching me and envying my success. I'm not only successful in music but also in fashion and jewelry. I'm the one who is known for wild parties and living up to my image as a gangster




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHESTER BURNETT, DORSEY WESLEY, JAKE BLACK, NASIR JONES, PIERS WATSON MARSH, ROBERT SPRAGG, SIMON EDWARDS

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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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