you got yourself a gun.

I've heard that song. I don't remember the title. Go on with moar lyrics or I'll fight you.

you livin in this time behind enemy lines yo, i got mine i hope you got yourself a gun.

for lyrics..... go to www.ohhla.com

But really I don't need the heat

Your heart pump project Kool Aid you sweet nigga

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

Niggas 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, **** just rhyme homey

Kick your little lies I kick my real facts

Like you sneakin out the back of the source sound lab

Huh, 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 one like that I would come through Queens

With Queens niggas you know how I do

Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge than you

Niggas will tie you up on the colliseum roof

And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth, look here

ooohhhh wheres 4rr?



kevin.

I listen to rap and hip hop but I don't pretend to be a ganster. LOL

That wasnt the song dude.

That's Jay Z response to Nas. That song you posted is a Jay Z diss by Nas.



So Jay Z goes on to say to Nas:



Me and the boy AI got more in common

Than just ballin and rhymin get it, more in Carmen

I came in your Bently backseat, skeeted in your jeep

Left condoms on your baby seat

Yeah nigga the gloves is off, the love is done

It's whatever, whenever, however nigga one

And since you infatuated with sayin that gay ****

Yes you was kissin my dick when you was kissin that bitch

Nasty ****, 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 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 knows what's up

Holla at a real nigga, Jigga (don't give a ****)

i listen to it too, im just saying 4rr is going to invade this post with stories of his posse.



kevin.