Jay-z - Super Ugly (Dissing Nas) lyrics

Woke up this morning (You got yourself a gun) Yeah, I got myself a gun Yeah, I got myself a gun Brooklyn, stand up, I got myself a gun But really, I don't need the heat Your heart pump project Kool Aid, you sweet n***a I don't got a 2 way, you gays This is not beef, this is rap, homey 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 n***as with pink suits, tryin' to get cute You a little outta line, homey, don't let the nine hold me Put you out your mind, homey, sh** just rhyme, homey Kick your little lies, I kick my real facts Like you sneakin' out the back of the source sound lab 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 'Cause if it was on like that n***as would come through Queens With Queens n***as you know how I do Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge than you n***as will tie you up on the coliseum roof And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth, look here I got myself a gun Yeah, I got myself a gun Listen, I'm the J, the A to the f** this broad n***a never sold aspirin' how you Escobar? Had to buy your chain back last time you got robbed The nerve of this coward n***a oh my God And I know rap rumors are in the windows I bring 'em to ya live lift up your windows Let the public peek in to your dirty laundry Y'all don't want me to continue Hov Super ugly ('Cause I don't give a f**) All I really know is your hoe wants to be with me And she ain't playin' And what I'm sayin' (She creeps with me) And sleeps, between the sheets Me and the boy AI 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 baby seat Yeah n***a, the gloves is off, the love is done It's whatever, whenever, however n***a one And since you infatuated with sayin' that gay sh** Yes, you was kissin' my dick when you was kissin' that b**h Nasty sh**, you though I was bonin' Vanette You callin' Carm a hundred times I was bonin' her neck You got a baby by the broad, you can't disown her yet When does your lies end? When does the truth begins? When does reality set in or does it not matter? Gotta hurt, I'm your baby mama's favorite rapper And ask your current girl, she knows what's up Holla at a real n***a 'cause, n***a, I don't give a f** All I really know is your hoe wants to be with me And she ain't playin' And what I'm sayin' (She creeps with me) And sleeps, between the sheets