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 im 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/Im tha J,tha A, tha ?
This nigga never sold asprin/ how u escobar?
Had to buy you're chain back tha last time u hot 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 im sayin
Verse 3:
Me and tha boy A.I.* got more in Common* than just ballin and rhymin
Get It?/More in COMMON
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 her back/called a hundred times ,while 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 im 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 im sayin
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