JAY-Z, Amil - S. Carter lyrics
[JAY-Z, Amil - S. Carter lyrics]
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
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 the 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 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 jewels
I'll tell you once
This is shit you should've of knew
(Jigga what?) Jigga (Jigga who?) Okay
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
No, no, no i'm a Roc-A-fella soldier
I thought I told ya
Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor
No tints, make no mistake y'all it's Hova
I stay sporting 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
(Thugging, bust TECs, a suspect dangerous
And I love rough sex) 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, killer with the flow
Let lead fly from out the fo'-fo'
Motherfuckers
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
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
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)
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
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 the 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 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 jewels
I'll tell you once
This is shit you should've of knew
(Jigga what?) Jigga (Jigga who?) Okay
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
No, no, no i'm a Roc-A-fella soldier
I thought I told ya
Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor
No tints, make no mistake y'all it's Hova
I stay sporting 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
(Thugging, bust TECs, a suspect dangerous
And I love rough sex) 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, killer with the flow
Let lead fly from out the fo'-fo'
Motherfuckers
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
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
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)
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope
S dot Carter y'all must try harder
Competition is nada!
Ladies scream papa niggas can't stop ya
Competition is nope, nope, nope