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[Jay-Z]S-dot-CarterY'all must try harderCompetition is[Amil]NadaLadies scream papaNiggas can't stop yaCompetition is[Jay-Z]No, no, noS-dot-CarterY'all must try harderCompetition is[Amil]NadaLadies scream papaNiggas can't stop yaCompetition is[Jay-Z]No, no, no, nopeYou can't see 'emThough you got plans to be himPay homage if by chance you meet himIn his pants pocket, your advance in pediumIt's the undisputed champ, beingFor clique, dough sick, no medicine for usCompetition like I said in the chorusLet me spell it out for yaJay to tha Amil(A to the Y stay real fuck 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 blockResemble my old pops'Cept I tote glocks and open dope spotsAnd I shut down rap crewsSmack them cats who flash toolsLaugh at fake ballers with bad jewelsI'll tell you onceThis is shit you should've of knew(Jigga what?)Jigga(Jigga who?)Okay[Jay-Z]S-dot-CarterY'all must try harderCompetition is[Amil]NadaLadies scream papaNiggas can't stop yaCompetition is[Jay-Z]No, no, noS-dot-CarterY'all must try harderCompetition is[Amil]NadaLadies scream papaNiggas can't stop yaCompetition is[Jay-Z]No, no, noI'mma Roc-a-fella soldierI thought I told yaHustler, nigga move weight like OprahDrive wide body, twenty-inch big motorNo tints, make no mistake y'all it's HovaI stay sportin' played Jordan's before JordanVerses tight, hooks harder than Ken NortonMusically touching youTruthfully I abuse beats better call BCWI make my mother moveSo I have no problem coming around the old waySluggin' you, that's what a thug will do(Thuggin', bust techs, a suspect dangerous, and I love rough sex)Yeah that's what's upEven when I'm asleep the gats is upParanoid like Sunny drive backing upBut I'm from Bed-Stuy, killa with the flowLet lead fly from out the four-four, motherfuckers[Jay-Z]S-dot-CarterY'all must try harderCompetition is[Amil]NadaLadies scream papaNiggas can't stop yaCompetition is[Jay-Z]No, no, noS-dot-CarterY'all must try harderCompetition is[Amil]NadaLadies scream papaNiggas can't stop yaCompetition is[Jay-Z]No, no, noNone I remain at the top like the sunAnd I burn whoever come in my chambers of tortureThe flame gon' spark yaBlood stain the tarpBut remains they chalk yaDon't try to smooth talk us[Amil (Jay-Z)]You got nothing to offerBut the baby nineAnd make ya fine offerThe chick is illEven with four-inch heelsNo panties on and Patricia FieldsI get downJust name the time, the placeWe could take it back to Vaseline on our faceOn a regular day we just gleam up your spaceRock our own line, got our whole team lacedRW with the torch on my jeans by the waistWithout heat we still gon steam up the place(Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, here we go)[Jay-Z]S-dot-CarterY'all must try harderCompetition is[Amil]NadaLadies scream papaNiggas can't stop yaCompetition is[Jay-Z]No, no, noS-dot-CarterY'all must try harderCompetition is[Amil]NadaLadies scream papaNiggas can't stop yaCompetition is[Jay-Z]No, no, nomore