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by Nas

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 ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You from the hood, I hope ya
(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)

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
Get it Buddy

I got mine, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You from the hood, I hope ya
(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)

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, Brave Hearted 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 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, reppin'
Hit the record sto', never let me go
Get my whole collection

I got mine, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You from the hood, I hope ya
(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)

It's the return of the Prince, the boss
This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss
Stick shift look sick up in that boxsta 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 myCoupe, 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

I got mine, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You from the hood, I hope ya
(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)
(Got yourself a gun)

I got mine, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You from the hood, I hope ya
(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)




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Daddy Yankee
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
Y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow
Dembow bow bow
Papoose
So before leavin', yo it's a wise man I'm repeatin'
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even
Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
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