Текст Lil’ Jay – Competition Domination
Текст:
Intro:
Squad!
I ain’t with all that sneak dissin’ shit man (at all!)
My niggas in these streets forreal
Lets get it!
Bdk!
Hook:
They claimin’ we the competition
But I’m screamin’ fuck the opposition
I ain’t really got no competition
I’m in these streets I send shots at the opposition
Verse 1:
Tookaville I rep the shit sneak dissin’ me then exodus
Say fuck tooka you meet the clip yo mans die you still ain’t on shit
Respect, yea I earned the shit
Disease gone leave you burnin’ quick
Burn niggas like I burn blank discs
King lil jay for president
Nigga dissin’ on me that’s death row
And you know I keep the strap like velcro
No taco bells but I feed shells though
J money got caught on death rhodes
You a singer or a rapper?
Ima’ real nigga, ill clap ya
Catch lil durk put him in the dirt, feed the boy a clip on my side callin’ me a actor
And yea I got shot, but you know that ain’t stop
Me from gettin’ this guap
That’s to young ebt I be sendin’ shots
Do a hit on 064 now the block hot
2 2 3 it’ll make a nigga diddy bop
Team no lackin’ so you know I gotta keep a chop
You a hittin’ its drastic, strech a nigga out like elastic
Hit the guys disappear like magic
Gettin’ money kill a opp with some passion
You a lame nigga, you ain’t wit it
You paranoid, just admit it
Rest in peace to my competition
Im takin’ over my city
Niggas mad cause you know its my time
Black matter so I can’t get signed
Put money on my head they tryin’
So hard but I’m still on my grind
Niggas sayin’ my name for no reason
My flow hard like semen
Its a cold world nigga you anemic
You gdk but yo daddy was a region
These for the niggas that don’t know
I be throwin’ bullets tony romo
Pull up in a 4 door with a 4 o make yo body go up and down like a yo-yo!
Stevie wonder to the game I don’t see
Any nigga in these streets that’s hot as me
Gotta field nice so you get money I remember those days when you was bummy
Dirty nigga skinny pants and a mohawk
Semi-auto with a scope take yo nose off
Take a act to young nigga dose off
All you nigga catchin’ bullets like randy moss
Got my choppa’ in the car like rick ross
I crucify a nigga nail him to the cross
I don’t see the competition that’s on the boss
Hollow tips make you jump like kris kross
These niggas got me fucked up why they wastin’ my time
Say they gone kill me say in these streets I swear to god that they lyin’
When I see em niggas dyin’
Its get rich or die tryin’
30 shots all in my nine
Shoot numba’ 9 bout nine times
Hook:
I ain’t got no competition
But middle fingers to the opposition
Ain’t no competition
But we sendin’ shots at the opposition
Outro:
Niggas know what it is bitch I’m fly boy gang! (tookaville!)
Niggas fucked up they done said my name! (jojoworld!)
On the «i» I could merch that on insane!
All these niggas lames
Fly boy gang!
I ain’t got no competition
Aye them boys scared forreal forreal lowkey
They know mufukas at they heads
We do this shit without a deal
Finesse and grind everyday to get a meal
Aye aye aye! (lets get it!)