[Verse 1:]
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 ain't 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 im only worth over a hundred million
Look
I got beef with like a hundred children
n***as with pink suits
Tryin to get cute
You a little outta line hommie
Dont let the 9 hommie
Put ya out ya mind hommie
Just rhyme hommie
Kick yo little lies
I kick my real facts
Like you sneakin out the back
Of the Source Soundlab(uh)
We wasn't chasin you
We had a tapin' too
We came through to do our one two thing
It wasn't a Roc-a-fella come through thing
If it was on like that
I come through Queens
With queens n***as
You know how I do look
I got mo' shooters in Queens Bridge than you
n***as 'll tie you up on the Colliseum 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, to tha f** this broad
This n***a never sold asprin
How u escobar?
Had to buy you're chain back tha last time u hot robbed
The nerve of this coward n***a....(Oh My God)
And all the rap rumors and innuendos
I bring it to you live
Lift up ya windows
Let tha public peek in, see your dirty laundry
Ya'll dont want me to continue(Oh!)
Super Ugly
[Jay-Z Laughing]
[Dre Voice:]
I dont give a f**
All I really know is yo ho wants to be with me
And she ain't 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 CARMEN
I came in ya Bentley backseat
Skeeted in ya Jeep
Left condoms in ya baby seat
Here n***a
Tha gloves is off
The love is done
Its whateva, wheneva, howeva
n***as want
And since you infatuated with sayin that gay sh**
I guess you was kissin my dick when you was kissin that b**h
Nasty sh**
You thought i was boning her back
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 im ya baby mama's favorite rapper
And ask your current girl
She know whats up
Holla at a real n***a
[Dre Voice:]
I dont give a f**
All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me
She ain't playin
Believe what im sayin