Got Ur Self A .. - Nas

(sample singing) 
"Woke up this mornin', you got yourself a gun, you got yourself a gun".. 
[Chorus] 
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 I hope ya ("got yourself a gun") 
And when I see you I'ma take what I want 
so you tried to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun") 
You ain't real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun") 
[Verse 1] 
My first album had no famous guest appearances 
the outcome, I'm was 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 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle 
You lames should huddle, your teams 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. 
[Chorus] 
[Verse 2] 
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 barbers preciseness 
Bravehearted 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 
you Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death 
y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos 
call me Gods Son, with my pants low 
I don't die slow, put them rags up l