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 ni**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
Ni**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, s**t 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 ni**as would come through Queens

With Queens ni**as you know how I do
Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge than you
Ni**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**k this broad
Ni**a never sold aspirin` how you Escobar?
Had to buy your chain back last time you got robbed
The nerve of this coward ni**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**k)
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 ni**a, the gloves is off, the love is done
It`s whatever, whenever, however ni**a one
And since you infatuated with sayin` that gay s**t
Yes, you was kissin` my dick when you was kissin` that bitch

Nasty s**t, 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 ni**a `cause, ni**a, I don`t give a f**k

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