Jay-z - Supa Ugly lyrics

[Hook] I got myself a gun Yeah, I got myself a gun Brooklyn stand up, I got myself a gun [Verse 1] But really I dont need the heat Your heart pump project Kool-Aid, you're sweet I don't gotta 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 a hundred million Look, I got beef with like a hundred children n***as with pink suits (f*ggot) tryna get cute You a little outta line homie, don't let the nine homie Put you out your mind homie, just rhyme homie Kick your little lies I kick my real facts Like you sneaking out the back of the Source Soundlab We wasn't chasing you, we had a taping too We came through to do our one-two thing It wasn't a Rocafella come-through thing Cos if it was on like that, I would come through Queens With Queens n***as, you know how I do Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge than you n***as'll tie you up on the Colosseum roof And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth Look here [Hook] I got myself a gun Yeah, I got myself a gun [Verse 2] Listen, I'm the J, the A, to the f** this broad This 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 don't rap rumors or innuendos I bring it to you live, lift up your window Let the public peek in, see your dirty laundry Y'all dont want me to continue [Interlude] Super ugly I don't give a f**! All I really know is your ho wants to be with me And she ain't playing, and what I'm saying She creeps with me and sleeps between the sheets [Verse 3] Me and the boy A.I. got more in common than just balling and rhyming Get it? More in Carmen I came in your Bentley backseat, skeeted in your Jeep Left condoms on your baby seat Here n***a, the gloves is off, the love is done It's whatever, whenever, however n***a - one And since you infatuated with saying that gay sh** Yes you was kissing my dick when you was kissing that b**h Nasty sh**, you thought I was boning Renette You calling Carm' a hundred times, I was boning her neck You got a baby by the broad, you can't disown her yet When does your lies end, when does the truth begin 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 know what's up Holla at a real n***a, Jigga (I don't give a f**!)