Testi:
Nas I Got Myself A Gun

money! I ain't hurting, I'm doing good I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood. {HAHA! } [Chorus:] I don't need Don Perignon, I don't need

I got upset a little When I was 11 I really thought that I was helping the blacks I saved up my allowance for a Malcolm X hat I wore it until a gun got

me tell you why i do this shit Im a son of a gun Cause moms was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes

your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo) I hear you I hear you {DMX} Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, cause I

i'm fine Lets ride I can guarantee ya I won't sleep And ain't a nigga you can sic on me that I won't rip shit [50 Cent:] I heard that nigga Nas talkin

hotel, smoke a ounce with me Heard you holla holla, so I holla back I heard this cat got a track, said I'm weak in my rap How could stupid say that, when I

on, Mike) I'm a need a few bars I could've done the Nas and scream, "Hip Hop Is Dead" I got up off my ass and I did somethin' instead Signed with the

Yo Dunn, I got a story to tell Remember last week's mission? I told you bring the gun (Yeah I remember) Nah listen, without me you'd be a memory I'm

The best rapper alive, you better ask around I got coke in a hole with a nose like a basset hound You step up I guarantee you I'ma back you down Ask around