Tasuya Sato - S. Carter lyrics

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Amil)] (x2) S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is (Nada! Ladies scream papa n***as can't stop ya Competition is) Nope, nope, nope [Verse 1: Jay-Z (Amil)] No, no, no, nope You can't see 'em Though you got plans to be him Pay homage if by chance you meet him In his pants pocket, your advance and per diem It's the undisputed champion For clique, dough sick, no medicine for us Competition like I said in the chorus Let me spell it out for ya Jay to tha Amil (A to the Y stay real f** how they feel, uh-huh, uh-huh) That's how we put it down (Uh-huh, uh-huh y'all gon get it now) Chip off the old block Resemble my old pops 'Cept I tote Glocks and open dope spots And I shut down rap crews Smack them cats who flash tools Laugh at fake ballers with bad j**els I'll tell you once This is sh** you should've of knew (Jigga what?) Jigga (Jigga who?) Okay [Chorus] [Verse 2: Jay-Z (Amil)] No, no, no I'mma Roc-a-fella soldier I thought I told ya Hustler, n***a move weight like Oprah Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor No tints, make no mistake y'all it's Hova I stay sportin' played Jordan's before Jordan Verses tight, hooks harder than Ken Norton Musically touching you Truthfully I abuse beats better call DCW I make my mother move So I have no problem coming around the old way Sluggin' you, that's what a thug will do (Thuggin', bust techs, a suspect dangerous, and I love rough s**) Yeah that's what's up Even when I'm asleep the gats is up Paranoid like Sunny drive backing up But I'm from Bed-Stuy, k**a with the flow Let lead fly from out the four-four, motherf**ers [Chorus] [Bridge: Jay-Z] Competition is none I remain at the top like the sun And I burn whoever come in my chambers of torture The flame gon' spark ya Blood stain the tarp What remains, they chalk ya Don't try to smooth talk us [Verse 3: Amil (Jay-Z)] You got nothing to offer But the baby nine And make ya fine offer The chick is ill Even with four-inch heels No panties on and Patricia Fields I get down Just name the time, the place We could take it back to Vaseline on our face On a regular day we just gleam up your space Rock our own line, got our whole team laced RW with the torch on my jeans by the waist Without heat we still gon steam up the place (Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, here we go) [Chorus]