Jay-z

Jay-z - Super Ugly lyrics

[Verse1:]

I got myself a gun

Brooklyn, stand up

I got myself a gun

But really, I dont 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 dont 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

Dont 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 wasnt chasin you

We had a tape and too

We came through to do our little one, two thang

It wasnt 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 dont want me to continue(Oh!)

Super Ugly

[Jay-Z Laughing]

[Nas Voice:]

I dont 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 cant 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 whats up

Holla at a real nigga

[Nas Voice:]

I dont 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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