Superugly - Jay-Z
I got myself a gun
I got myself a gun
Brooklyn stand up
I got myself a gun
But really I don't need tha heat
Ya heart pump project Kool aid
I ain't gotta two way you gays
This is not beef
This is rap hommie
I don't have a scratch on me
You feel jay soft
Rip jay off
Damn I'm only worth over a hundred million
Look
I got beef with like a hundred children
Niggaz with pink suits
Trying to get cute
You a little outta line hommie
Don't let the 9 hommie
Put ya out ya mind hommie
B**ch keep trying hommie
Kick yo little lies
I kick my real facts
Like u sneaking out tha back
At tha source sound lab
We wasn't chasing you
We had a tape and too
We came through to do our little one two thang
It wasn't a Rockefeller come through thing
If it was on like that
Why would I come through queens
Yo ya'll queens ni**a know how I do
I got mo' shooters in queens bridge than u
Niggaz'll tie you up on the colosseum roof
And open beer bottles off ya boy's chipped tooth
Look here
I got myself a gun
Yea I got myself a gun
Listen
I'm tha J tha A to the f**k this broad
This ni**a never sold aspiring
How u Escobar
Had to buy you're chain back tha last time u got robbed
The nerve of this coward ni**a oh my god
And all rap rumors are innuendo
I bring them to you live
Lift up ya window
Let tha public begin to see your dirty laundry
Ya'll don't want me to continue
Super ugly
I don't give a f**k
All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me
She ain't playing
Believe what I'm saying
Me and tha boy a I got more in
Common than just balling and rhyming
Get it
More in Carmen
I came in ya Bentley backseat
Skeeted in jeep
Left condoms in tha baby seat
Here ni**a
Tha gloves is off
The love is done
Its whateva wheneva howeva
Ni**a 1
And since you infatuated with saying tha gay sh*t
Yes u was kissing my dick when u was kissing that b**ch
Crazy b**ch
You thought I was boning ringette
You calling carm' a hundred times I was boning her neck
You got a baby by that broad
You can't disown her yet
When does ya lies end
When does the truth begin
When does reality set it
Or does it not matter
Gotta hurt that I'm ya baby mama's favorite rapper
And ask your current girl
She know what's up
Holla at a real ni**a
I don't give a f**k
All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me
She ain't playing
Believe what I'm saying