[Produced by Megahertz]

[Intro: Alabama 3 & Nas]

Woke up this mornin' (Yeah)

You got yourself a gun (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got yourself a gun

[Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3]

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

[Verse 1: Nas]

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

[Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3]

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

[Verse 2: Nas]

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

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

[Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3]

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

[Verse 3: Nas]

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)

[Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3]

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

[Outro: Nas & Alabama 3]

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