Chords for Nas - Got Ur Self A Gun
Tempo:
93.55 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
F#m
B
F#
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
Woke up this morning
[A] Yeah
You got yourself a gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got yourself [B] a gun
Yo, I'm living in this [B] time behind enemy [F#] lines
So, I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
[E] Got yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
[E] Got yourself [F#] a gun
[D] [G#] My [B] first album had no famous guest appearances
[F#] The [F#m] outcome, I'm crowned the best [Bm] lyricist
Many years on this [E] professional level
[C#] What would [F#m] you question who's better?
The world is still [B] mine
Tattoos rare with [B] God's son across the belly
[F#m] The boss of rap, you saw me and Belly
With thoughts like [B] that
To take it back to Africa, I did it with Baby
[F#] Me and [G#] Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
[Bm] You lanced a huddle, your team shook
I feel the [F#m] wrath of a killer
Cause this is my football field
[Bm] Throwing passes from a barrel
Show the [E] pads apparel
[D] But the [A] QB don't stand for no quarterback
[Bm] Every word is like a start off blast
Cause y'all all [F#] soft
And I'm [F#m] the black urge that came to all y'all [Bm] lapsin'
This for the hud by the corner store
[E] Many [F#] cry, many die
[D] Come at nines if you want a war
Hit it bloody
Uh
[F#m] I got mine, I hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
[E] Got yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, [A] you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
[E] Got yourself [F#] a gun
[D] Yo, [Bm] I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R
[F#m] And if I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
[B] You know the kid got his chip too fixed
Hair [C#] parted with a [F#m] barber's sikeness
Brave hearted for [Bm] life
It's return of the golden child
Son of a blues [F#m] player
So who are you, player?
Y'all waited to true [B] savior
Puffing that tropical
Cups of that vodka
[F#] Two [D] poppy juice
Throw up, wake up in a [Bm] hospital
Throw up, never
Remember I do this to right your [F#m] steps
You Judas thought I was gone
So in light of [Bm] my death
Y'all been all happy go [E] lucky
Bunch [F#] of sand bulls
[F#m] Call me God's son
With my pants [B] low
I don't die slow
Put [B] them rags up like P.D. [F#m] Pablo
This is knack, that dough
In my knack car [Bm] with this nice flow
What could beat that?
[E] Not a soul [F#] Rep it
[D] Hit the record store
Never [Bm] let me go
Get my whole collection Yeah
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You [D] from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, [A] you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
Got [E] yourself [F#] a gun
[D] [Bm] It's the return of the prince, the boss
This is [F#m] real hardcore
Kid rockin' limp, biscuits off
[Bm] Sip crisp, get tips
Riskless, [E] I floss
[D] Stick shift, [F#m] look stick up in that box to pause
With the top [B] cut off
Rich kids go and pop [F#m] the sauce
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
[Bm] And everybody wanna know
Where [E] the kid go, [F#] where he rest [D] at
Where he shop at, address at
Know he got dough, where does he live?
Is he still [F#m] in the bridge?
Does he really know how ill that he is?
[B] Got all of y'all [B] watchin' my moves
My walk to [C#] my jew
[F#m] Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews
Like [Bm] that, it's not only my Jews
Ice anything, [F#m] plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I ice that
[Bm] Who am I?
The back twist up
[E] Laundry, [C#] Ray Ripper
Automatic leg spreader
[Bm] Quicker brain getter
Keep it a yank, the witcher
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You [D] from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want [F#m] so
You try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
Got [E] yourself [F#] a gun
[D] [G#] Got yourself [Bm] a gun
Uh,
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
You [F#m] want beef, hope ya
Got yourself a gun
[Bm] And when I see you, I'ma take what I want
[A] Yeah
You got yourself a gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got yourself [B] a gun
Yo, I'm living in this [B] time behind enemy [F#] lines
So, I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
[E] Got yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
[E] Got yourself [F#] a gun
[D] [G#] My [B] first album had no famous guest appearances
[F#] The [F#m] outcome, I'm crowned the best [Bm] lyricist
Many years on this [E] professional level
[C#] What would [F#m] you question who's better?
The world is still [B] mine
Tattoos rare with [B] God's son across the belly
[F#m] The boss of rap, you saw me and Belly
With thoughts like [B] that
To take it back to Africa, I did it with Baby
[F#] Me and [G#] Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
[Bm] You lanced a huddle, your team shook
I feel the [F#m] wrath of a killer
Cause this is my football field
[Bm] Throwing passes from a barrel
Show the [E] pads apparel
[D] But the [A] QB don't stand for no quarterback
[Bm] Every word is like a start off blast
Cause y'all all [F#] soft
And I'm [F#m] the black urge that came to all y'all [Bm] lapsin'
This for the hud by the corner store
[E] Many [F#] cry, many die
[D] Come at nines if you want a war
Hit it bloody
Uh
[F#m] I got mine, I hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
[E] Got yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, [A] you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
[E] Got yourself [F#] a gun
[D] Yo, [Bm] I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R
[F#m] And if I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
[B] You know the kid got his chip too fixed
Hair [C#] parted with a [F#m] barber's sikeness
Brave hearted for [Bm] life
It's return of the golden child
Son of a blues [F#m] player
So who are you, player?
Y'all waited to true [B] savior
Puffing that tropical
Cups of that vodka
[F#] Two [D] poppy juice
Throw up, wake up in a [Bm] hospital
Throw up, never
Remember I do this to right your [F#m] steps
You Judas thought I was gone
So in light of [Bm] my death
Y'all been all happy go [E] lucky
Bunch [F#] of sand bulls
[F#m] Call me God's son
With my pants [B] low
I don't die slow
Put [B] them rags up like P.D. [F#m] Pablo
This is knack, that dough
In my knack car [Bm] with this nice flow
What could beat that?
[E] Not a soul [F#] Rep it
[D] Hit the record store
Never [Bm] let me go
Get my whole collection Yeah
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You [D] from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, [A] you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
Got [E] yourself [F#] a gun
[D] [Bm] It's the return of the prince, the boss
This is [F#m] real hardcore
Kid rockin' limp, biscuits off
[Bm] Sip crisp, get tips
Riskless, [E] I floss
[D] Stick shift, [F#m] look stick up in that box to pause
With the top [B] cut off
Rich kids go and pop [F#m] the sauce
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
[Bm] And everybody wanna know
Where [E] the kid go, [F#] where he rest [D] at
Where he shop at, address at
Know he got dough, where does he live?
Is he still [F#m] in the bridge?
Does he really know how ill that he is?
[B] Got all of y'all [B] watchin' my moves
My walk to [C#] my jew
[F#m] Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews
Like [Bm] that, it's not only my Jews
Ice anything, [F#m] plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I ice that
[Bm] Who am I?
The back twist up
[E] Laundry, [C#] Ray Ripper
Automatic leg spreader
[Bm] Quicker brain getter
Keep it a yank, the witcher
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You [D] from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want [F#m] so
You try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
Got [E] yourself [F#] a gun
[D] [G#] Got yourself [Bm] a gun
Uh,
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
You [F#m] want beef, hope ya
Got yourself a gun
[Bm] And when I see you, I'ma take what I want
Key:
Bm
F#m
B
F#
E
Bm
F#m
B
Woke up this morning
[A] Yeah
You got yourself a gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got yourself [B] a gun
Yo, I'm living in this [B] time behind enemy [F#] lines
So, I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
[E] Got yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
[E] Got yourself [F#] a gun
[D] _ [G#] My [B] first album had no famous guest appearances
[F#] The [F#m] outcome, I'm crowned the best [Bm] lyricist
Many years on this [E] professional level
[C#] What would [F#m] you question who's better?
The world is still [B] mine
Tattoos rare with [B] God's son across the belly
[F#m] The boss of rap, you saw me and Belly
With thoughts like [B] that
To take it back to Africa, I did it with Baby
[F#] Me and [G#] Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
[Bm] You lanced a huddle, your team shook
I feel the [F#m] wrath of a killer
Cause this is my football field
[Bm] Throwing passes from a barrel
Show the [E] pads apparel
[D] But the [A] QB don't stand for no quarterback
[Bm] Every word is like a start off blast
Cause y'all all [F#] soft
And I'm [F#m] the black urge that came to all y'all [Bm] lapsin'
This for the hud by the corner store
[E] Many [F#] cry, many die
[D] Come at nines if you want a war
Hit it bloody
Uh _
[F#m] I got mine, I hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
[E] Got yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, [A] you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
[E] Got yourself [F#] a gun
[D] _ Yo, [Bm] I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R
[F#m] And if I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
[B] You know the kid got his chip too fixed
Hair [C#] parted with a [F#m] barber's sikeness
Brave hearted for [Bm] life
It's return of the golden child
Son of a blues [F#m] player
So who are you, player?
Y'all waited to true [B] savior
Puffing that tropical
Cups of that vodka
[F#] Two [D] poppy juice
Throw up, wake up in a [Bm] hospital
Throw up, never
Remember I do this to right your [F#m] steps
You Judas thought I was gone
So in light of [Bm] my death
Y'all been all happy go [E] lucky
Bunch [F#] of sand bulls
[F#m] Call me God's son
With my pants [B] low
I don't die slow
Put [B] them rags up like P.D. [F#m] Pablo
This is knack, that dough
In my knack car [Bm] with this nice flow
What could beat that?
[E] Not a soul [F#] Rep it
[D] Hit the record store
Never [Bm] let me go
Get my whole collection Yeah _
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You [D] from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, [A] you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
Got [E] yourself [F#] a gun
[D] _ [Bm] It's the return of the prince, the boss
This is [F#m] real hardcore
Kid rockin' limp, biscuits off
[Bm] Sip crisp, get tips
Riskless, [E] I floss
[D] Stick shift, [F#m] look stick up in that box to pause
With the top [B] cut off
Rich kids go and pop [F#m] the sauce
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
[Bm] And everybody wanna know
Where [E] the kid go, [F#] where he rest [D] at
Where he shop at, address at
Know he got dough, where does he live?
Is he still [F#m] in the bridge?
Does he really know how ill that he is?
[B] Got all of y'all [B] watchin' my moves
My walk to [C#] my jew
[F#m] Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews
Like [Bm] that, it's not only my Jews
Ice anything, [F#m] plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I ice that
[Bm] Who am I?
The back twist up
[E] Laundry, [C#] Ray Ripper
Automatic leg spreader
[Bm] Quicker brain getter
Keep it a yank, the witcher _
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You [D] from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want [F#m] so
You try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
Got [E] yourself [F#] a gun
[D] _ [G#] Got yourself [Bm] a gun
Uh, _
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
You [F#m] want beef, hope ya
Got yourself a gun
[Bm] And when I see you, I'ma take what I want
[A] Yeah
You got yourself a gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got yourself [B] a gun
Yo, I'm living in this [B] time behind enemy [F#] lines
So, I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
[E] Got yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
[E] Got yourself [F#] a gun
[D] _ [G#] My [B] first album had no famous guest appearances
[F#] The [F#m] outcome, I'm crowned the best [Bm] lyricist
Many years on this [E] professional level
[C#] What would [F#m] you question who's better?
The world is still [B] mine
Tattoos rare with [B] God's son across the belly
[F#m] The boss of rap, you saw me and Belly
With thoughts like [B] that
To take it back to Africa, I did it with Baby
[F#] Me and [G#] Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
[Bm] You lanced a huddle, your team shook
I feel the [F#m] wrath of a killer
Cause this is my football field
[Bm] Throwing passes from a barrel
Show the [E] pads apparel
[D] But the [A] QB don't stand for no quarterback
[Bm] Every word is like a start off blast
Cause y'all all [F#] soft
And I'm [F#m] the black urge that came to all y'all [Bm] lapsin'
This for the hud by the corner store
[E] Many [F#] cry, many die
[D] Come at nines if you want a war
Hit it bloody
Uh _
[F#m] I got mine, I hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
[E] Got yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, [A] you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
[E] Got yourself [F#] a gun
[D] _ Yo, [Bm] I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R
[F#m] And if I wasn't, I must've been Escobar
[B] You know the kid got his chip too fixed
Hair [C#] parted with a [F#m] barber's sikeness
Brave hearted for [Bm] life
It's return of the golden child
Son of a blues [F#m] player
So who are you, player?
Y'all waited to true [B] savior
Puffing that tropical
Cups of that vodka
[F#] Two [D] poppy juice
Throw up, wake up in a [Bm] hospital
Throw up, never
Remember I do this to right your [F#m] steps
You Judas thought I was gone
So in light of [Bm] my death
Y'all been all happy go [E] lucky
Bunch [F#] of sand bulls
[F#m] Call me God's son
With my pants [B] low
I don't die slow
Put [B] them rags up like P.D. [F#m] Pablo
This is knack, that dough
In my knack car [Bm] with this nice flow
What could beat that?
[E] Not a soul [F#] Rep it
[D] Hit the record store
Never [Bm] let me go
Get my whole collection Yeah _
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You [D] from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I [F#] want
So, [A] you try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
Got [E] yourself [F#] a gun
[D] _ [Bm] It's the return of the prince, the boss
This is [F#m] real hardcore
Kid rockin' limp, biscuits off
[Bm] Sip crisp, get tips
Riskless, [E] I floss
[D] Stick shift, [F#m] look stick up in that box to pause
With the top [B] cut off
Rich kids go and pop [F#m] the sauce
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
[Bm] And everybody wanna know
Where [E] the kid go, [F#] where he rest [D] at
Where he shop at, address at
Know he got dough, where does he live?
Is he still [F#m] in the bridge?
Does he really know how ill that he is?
[B] Got all of y'all [B] watchin' my moves
My walk to [C#] my jew
[F#m] Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews
Like [Bm] that, it's not only my Jews
Ice anything, [F#m] plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I ice that
[Bm] Who am I?
The back twist up
[E] Laundry, [C#] Ray Ripper
Automatic leg spreader
[Bm] Quicker brain getter
Keep it a yank, the witcher _
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You [D] from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
[F#m] You want beef, hope ya
Got yourself [Bm] a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want [F#m] so
You try to front, hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You ain't real, hope ya
Got [E] yourself [F#] a gun
[D] _ [G#] Got yourself [Bm] a gun
Uh, _
[F#] I got mine, [A] I hope ya
Got yourself [B] a gun
You from the hood, I hope ya
Got [E] yourself [C#] a gun
You [F#m] want beef, hope ya
Got yourself a gun
[Bm] And when I see you, I'ma take what I want