Woke up this morning...
Uh ohhh!
Got yourself a...
*Starts with cut of beats from Nas, "got yourself a gun"*
I got myself A gun
Uh ohhh!
I got myself A gun
Brooklyn, stand up!
I got myself a gun,
But really I don't need the heat
Ya heart pump project, ya Kool-Aid, ya sweet
I don't got a 2-Way, you gay?
This is not beef, this is rap, homie
I don't have a scratch on me,
Ya feel Jay's song, ya rip Jay off,
Damn, I'm only worth over a hundred million,
Look, I got beef with like a hundred children,
Niggas with pink suits, tryn to get cute
You a li'l outta line, homie
Don't let the nine, hold me
Put you out ya mind, homie
Just rhyme, homie
Kick ya little lot, I kick mine fast
You sneakn out the back of the source soundlab
We wasn't chasin, naw, we had to tape, too
We came thru to do our 1-2 thang
It wasn't a Roc-a-Fella come thru thang
It was all like that, Roc-a come thru clean
Ya Queens niggaz, y'all know how I do
Look, I got more shooters than Queen's Bridge and you,
Gotta tie you up on the Coliseum roof,
'n open beer bottles off the boys chip tooth
Na'Look here:
I got myself A gun
Uh ohhh!
I got myself A gun
Listen, I'm the J, the ay fuck you nas
Ya never so ask an now you escobar
Had to buy ya chain back last time you got robbed
The nerve of this coward, he like "OH MY GOD!"
I know rap rumors are all innuendos
But yo I bring it to ya live lift up ya windows!
The public peek in
N' see ya dirty laundry
Y'all don't want me to continue, hov!
Laugh supa uglay
Dj scratch, laughs
All I really know is that yo ho should be wit me
She ain't playn, she should be wit me, champagne
Aint playn aint playn aint playn wit me
Me and the boy, a, I got more in common than
Just balln and rhymn, get it?
More in carmen*
I came in yo' belly backseat
Skeetd in the jeep
Left condoms on yo' baby's seat
Here the nggaz in the club, love is done
It's whatever, whenever, however...
And since you infatuated wit sin an gay shit
She was kissn my... While you be kissn my...
Nasty shit, you thought I was taller than that
You come and call a hundred times, I was bonin her neck
You got a baby by yora you can't disown her yet
When do your lies end?
When does the truth begin?
And as reality sets in, does a lot matter
Gotta hurt that I'm yo baby mama's favorite rapper!
And that's your current girl, she know whats up
Holla at ya real *siren*
Dre clip I just don't give a fuck
All I really know is that yo ho should be wit me
She ain't playn, she should be wit me, champagne
Aint playn aint playn aint playn wit me
Ooooooout
* Carmen is Nas's girlfriend
