that what we gon' do this one for ya feel me) [Verse 1: TuPac] I see you remiscin and I hope you listenin In the position to pressure and offer competition
' on swanger") -- [Lucky Luciano] [Chorus: Shyykidd] Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so cold Competition You could really want it
the guitar down and rap? " It's easier to sing than put my soul on a track Cause the media has made a competition out of rap So constantly they comparin' me to 3
me, Kill the competition boo And I be tellin her there is no competition to There Is No Competition 2 It's good to wake up look in the mirror and the only competition
body count One, two, three, everybody count One, two, three, body count I check my other pocket more bodies found [Verse 1: Fabolous] More bodies I'm back for more bodies The competition
with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag [Verse 2: Fabolous] Funeral, Killa, this just got very scary All the competitions
will do what I gotta do I'll never give up (x3) I?m on a mission I'll never give up (x2) I?m gonna see this through I'll never give up (x3) I?m on
Miss Baltimore Crabs AMBER With you perfect ammunition. VELMA Let me show you how you Mommy dear took out tha competition. Girls, go down, boys lets ramba! 1, 2, 3
chains, but if you brought up How I'm brought up, then you probably feel the same And I ain't saying change sucker, probably get me 3 or 4 But I got cousins
I'ma stop for the drank, man po' me up Hoping to nine seven point nine, blow me up But these fellas be in it for the competition Seem like, everybody
The Treach DJ, the only one you should know Step to the Mixx and get the crowd off the ground Come on, Mr. Mixx, and "Break it on down!" [Verse 3: Brother
So as I cracked a smile and started to laugh I could see the sucka duck muthafucka gettin mad He had a frown on his face, he was hotter than fire He wasn't competition
(Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein) That's how it is Now we got a new motherf**kin plan, and a new mission (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw) Competition
sellin dope. They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap. Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact. Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition
my fans Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!" There's no competition
you meet me, when you see me If you real my nigga - you know how to holla: "G-Unit! " {SMOKED UP! } There's no competition, it's just me, 50Cent, motherfucker
cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you Niggaz out here hurtin' fool Nothing is for free mayne Fuckin' with the game That's how that shit be mayne [Hook] [Verse 3
