Jay-zSuper Ugly

[Verse1:] 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(ya sweet) I aint 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 Tryin to get cute You a little outta line hommie Don't let the 9 hommie Put ya out ya mind hommie Bitch keep tryin hommie Kick yo little lies I kick my real facts Like u sneakin out tha back At tha Source Soundlab(uh) We wasn't chasin you We had a tape and too We came through to do our little one, two thang It wasn't a rockafella come through thing If it was on like that Why would I come through Queens Yo, ya'll Queens nigga know how I do I got mo' shooters in Queens Bridge than u Niggaz'll(niggaz will) tie you up on the Colloseum roof And open beer bottles off ya boy's chipped tooth Look Here, [Chorus:] I got myself a gun,Uh Ohhhh! Yea, I got myself a gun [Verse 2:] Listen I'm tha J, tha A, to the fuck this broad This nigga never sold asprin How u escobar? Had to buy you're chain back tha last time u got robbed The nerve of this coward nigga....(Oh My God) And all rap rumors are induendo 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(Oh!) Super Ugly [Jay-Z Laughing] [Nas Voice:] I don't give a fuck All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me She aint playin Believe what I'm sayin [Verse 3:] Me and tha boy A.I. got more in Common than just ballin and rhymin Get It? More in Carmen I came in ya Bentley backseat Skeeted in Jeep Left condoms in tha baby seat Here nigga Tha gloves is off The love is done Its whateva, wheneva, howeva Nigga "1" And since you infatuated with sayin tha gay shit Yes u was kissin my dick when u was kissin that bitch Crazy bitch You thought I was boning Ranette 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 nigga [Nas Voice:] I don't give a fuck All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me She aint playin Believe what I'm sayin
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