can see That ain't no fuckin with the Bun to the B, niggaz [Chorus - 2X] "Guess who's back? Me" "There's no competition, huh, 'tion" "Aww sh-shit, hold
"G", nigga you don't know about me But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see I stand 5 foot 10, 200 and half 100 percent gangsta don't smile and don't laff In a 3
and go-karts Dark town iron-jawed angel Danger's no foreigner, I enjoy strangers Aqua, blue, turquoise-ingrained scenery Fascinated landscape, my mind's machinery [Verse 3
, chandelier ice, keep a wrist full 'Cuz, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup I top that ****, and ice my **** See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks At 3
been busted? Yeah, the man picked me up Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu Now gimme the message} {Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1 to 3, told
you poli with bitches You could run the fuck opponent, gotten with the glitches The swiftness, hit the spots that are vital Shake the ground decent, like 3
me that love What you made of? This is the shit that could make thugs Turn revolutionary, 360 he with me she with me Anything for you, give up my kidney... [Verse 3
right now I'm ready to go right now Do I have a girlfriend? Technically no If you'll be my girlfriend then I'll make it so You'll be my only true lover No competition
rhyme just how much shit I been through And all the place I went to, always played the low It's like a competition, this mission here I'm tellin you Slip
Hand to hand in the cold Pockets on hella swole I was breaking them down, now I'm selling them whole Work straight out the kitchen Ain't no competition
Bitches fuck (?) And nigga I'm on it, nigga I'm on it [French Montana] Got the proposition, with no pot to piss in We the hardest out, it aint no competition
[chorus: MC Quita][3X] New York, Big Apple! Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug We're real thugs, shakin' the club [Jim Rampage] Laaaaaaa... La, la, la, la...
your wackness Bunch of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards This is hardcore, ain't no acoustic classic Nigga swift for anything reserving using a ratchet Competition
Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- [Lucky Luciano] [Chorus: Shyykidd] Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so cold Competition You could really
told ya, Creep, Creep, ya best move Like Luthor Vadros, fuckin' up the west coast I'm right back up in ya when ya nut 1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but
all the rest Of the competition Pack rhymes with precision Eliminating adversaries And all of our divisions are cuttin like an incision While other suckers is missin With enough cheese for 3
truth dog, that's my word Do yourself a favor, don't get served (You don't want none) And if you got questions, here's the business Gotta stay on top, of your competition