| Lyrics: | Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
nis
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
nis
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
nis
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
nis
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no, nope
You can't see 'em
Though you got plans to be
nhim
Pay homage if by chance you meet him
In his pants pocket, your advance in
npedium
It's the undisputed champ, being
For clique, dough sick, no medicine for
nus
Competition like I said in the chorus
Let me spell it out for ya
Jay to tha
nAmil
(A to the Y stay real fuck how they feel, uh-huh, uh-huh)
That's how we put it
ndown
(Uh-huh, uh-huh y'all gon get it now)
Chip off the old block
Resemble my old
npops
'Cept I tote glocks and open dope spots
And I shut down rap crews
Smack them
ncats who flash tools
Laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels
I'll tell you once
This is
nshit you should've of knew
(Jigga what?)
Jigga
(Jigga
nwho?)
Okay
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
nis
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
nis
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
nis
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
nis
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
I'mma Roc-a-fella soldier
I thought I told
nya
Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor
No
ntints, make no mistake y'all it's Hova
I stay sportin' played Jordan's before
nJordan
Verses tight, hooks harder than Ken Norton
Musically touching you
Truthfully I
nabuse beats better call BCW
I make my mother move
So I have no problem coming around the
nold way
Sluggin' you, that's what a thug will do
(Thuggin', bust techs, a suspect
ndangerous, and I love rough sex)
Yeah that's what's up
Even when I'm asleep the
ngats is up
Paranoid like Sunny drive backing up
But I'm from Bed-Stuy, killa with the
nflow
Let lead fly from out the four-four,
nmotherfuckers
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
nis
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
nis
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
nis
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
nis
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
None I remain at the top like the sun
And I burn
nwhoever come in my chambers of torture
The flame gon' spark ya
Blood stain the
ntarp
But remains they chalk ya
Don't try to smooth talk us
[Amil](Jay-Z)
You got
nnothing to offer
But the baby nine
And make ya fine offer
The chick is ill
Even
nwith four-inch heels
No panties on and Patricia Fields
I get down
Just name the time,
nthe place
We could take it back to Vaseline on our face
On a regular day we just gleam up
nyour space
Rock our own line, got our whole team laced
RW with the torch on my jeans by
nthe waist
Without heat we still gon steam up the place
(Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless,
nhere we go)
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
nis
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
nis
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
nis
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
nis
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no |
