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
[x2:] I don't know if I love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're going down Tonight tonight [Red Cafe:] Ya daddy wanna girl to go down Damn
you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em [Verse 1:] You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight Been chasing her for 2
x] I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks (ay) [5x] [VERSE 2] im on fire the kids outta controll competition
right, and I don’t need you, don’t want to see you You get (no love) Bitch you get (no love) And I don’t need you Get em [Verse 2 - Eminem] I’m alive
[2pac] I'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' Tell me, who be the last muthafucka breathin? Chorus [2pac] Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
the whip and they can't find the semis They was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud [Chorus] [Verse 2
I stumbled down the hall Rage: (human) Seeking to find, deep in the trauma as it leaves you behind (human) Bleeding it gone into the profit of the competition
a rap And I might revitalize your cardiac So you can realize the heart of rap recited by the Black Eyed Peas, I'ma seize your income And freeze all the competition
ve known that they would've been right But I ain't tripping Trying to be an artist While they repaint the composition I need recognition Recognize ain't no competition
em off the stage like Sandman, damn man, what the hell you smokin' on, it's Ludacris I got more cheese than Prombolon, and the chrome is home, so I'm never home alone, and only keep friends with 2
DJ, spin your record all night Girls dancing, boys romancing Everybody is feeling alright. 2: Hey girl, there is no competition With nothing on the mission
taught only reach for the hand of your gun. So when I lift the shirt that's the end of discussion. Click Clack mothafuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nothin. [Verse 2
babe?) Me! (Me) Thinking about you! (Thinking about you) Cumming on me! (Cumming on me baby) Me cumming on you! (Me cumming on you shorty babe) [Verse 2
put away your pride And look deep into my eyes It would of been to your surprise That I got up to apologize But you were gone [Chorus: Carl Thomas 2x
Catch me if you can I'm in those old school Barkley's Back to the fence, puffin on that Bob Marley Flow like oregano, nigga you already know My competition
boxin Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron [Juicy J] You can't be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya No competition with the Juice cuz its
la la, la la la frisky Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la frisky Would ya risk it for a chocolate biscuit (2x) Yeah, I'm suspicious