Jay-z - Super Ugly lyrics

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I got myself a gun...

I got myself a gun...

Brooklyn, stand up

I got myself a gun...

But really, I don't need to heat

Your heart pumped project Kool-Aid, you sweet

I don't got a two-way, you gays?

This is not beef, this is rap, homie

I don't have a scratch on me

You feel Jay soft, rip Jay off

Damn, I'm only worth over 100 million

Look, I got beef with like 100 children

niggas with pink suits, tryin to get cute

You a little outta line, homie

Don't let the nine, homie

Put you out you mind, homie

Just rhyme, homie

Kick you little lies, I kick my real facts

Like you sneakin out the back of the source sound lab

We wasn't chasin you (nah), we had a tapin', too

We came through to do our 1-2 thing

It wasn't a Rockafella come through thing

If it was on like that, I would come through Queens

With Queens, niggas, you know I how I do

Look, I got more shooters in Queens bridge than you

niggas would tie you up on the colliseum roof

Open beer bottles off that boy chipped tooth, look here

I got myself a gun

Uh-ohhhh

I got myself a gun

Listen, I'm the J the A to the Fuck-this-Broad

That nigga never sold aspirin, now how he Escabar?

Had to buy your chain back the last time you got robbed

The nerve of this coward nigga "oh (oh) my (my) god (god)"

And I know rap rumors and innuendo

I bring it to you live, lift up your window

Let the public peek in, see your dirty laundry

Ya'll don't want me to continue (HOV'!)

{Knoc-turn-al sample~>"Super ugly! All I really know is yo' ho wants to be with

me, and she ain't playin, and want I'm sayin"}

Me and the boy A.I. got more in common

Than just ballin and rhymin, get it? More in Carmen

I came in your Bentley backseat

Skeeted in your Jeep, left condoms on your babyseat

Here, nigga, the gloves is off

The love is done

Its whatever, whenever, however nigga, ONE!

And since you infatuated with sayin that gay shit

Guess you was kissin my dick when you was kissin that bitch

Nasty shit, you thought I was born in Renette

You callin' Carm a, hundred times I was bone抧 her neck

You got a baby by the broad, you can't disown her yet

When is your lies end, when does the truth begin

When is reality set in, or does it not matter

Gotta hurt, I'm your baby mama's favorite rapper

And ask your current girl, she know wass抲p

Holla at a real nigga, Jigga, I don't give a fuck

{Knoc-turn-al sample~>"All I really know is yo' ho wants to be with me and she

ain't playin, and what I'm sayin"