JAY-Z — Supa Ugly

[Intro: Jay-Z & Sample] Woke up this morning (Uh-oh!) Got yourself—yourself—yourself—yourself Chyeah [Hook: Jay-Z] [I got myself a gun Uh-oh! Geah, geah Yeah, I got myself a gun] Brooklyn, stand up I got myself a gun [Verse 1: Jay-Z] But really, I don't need the heat (Nah) Your heart pump project Kool-Aid, you're sweet (Nigga) 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 Niggas with pink suits (Faggot) tryna get cute (Ha) You a little out of 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 that Source Soundlab, ha (Pew!) We wasn't chasing you (Nah), we had a taping, too We came through to do our one-two thing (Check, what's up) It wasn't a Roc-a-Fella come-through thing 'Cause if it was on like that, I would come through Queens With Queens niggas—you know how I do Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge than you (Tah) Niggas'll tie you up on the Colosseum roof And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth (Ping!) Look here [Hook: Jay-Z] I got myself a gun Uh-oh! Uh-huh, ugh, ugh, geah Yeah, I got myself a gun [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Listen, I'm the J, the A, to the fuck-this-broad (Oh) This nigga never sold Aspirin—how you Escobar? Had to buy your chain back last time you got robbed (Goddamn) The nerve of this coward nigga, 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 don't want me to continue, ho! [Interlude: Jay-Z, Knoc-turn'al, & Dr. Dre] Super ugly (Nigga!) I don't give a fuck [Hook: Knoc-turn'al] All I really know is your ho wants to be with me And she ain't playing And what I'm saying (She creeps, she creeps) With me and sleeps between the sheets [Verse 3: Jay-Z, Dr. Dre] 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 (Damn) Skeeted in your Jeep (Woo) Left condoms on your baby-seat (Woo) Here, nigga—the gloves is off, the love is done It's whatever, whenever, however, nigga (One!) And since you infatuated with saying that gay shit (Faggot) Yes, you was kissing my dick when you was kissing that bitch (Oh) Nasty shit, 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 (Haha) And ask your current girl, she know what's up Holla at a real nigga! Jigga! (I don't give a fuck!) [Hook: Knoc-turn'al] 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 [Outro: Godfather clip] "That's all right. These things gotta happen every five years or so. Ten years. Helps to get rid of the bad blood. It's been ten years since the last one."