T.I., Jeezy - No Competition lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[T.I., Jeezy - No Competition lyrics]
Ay, ay! Young Jeezy, let's get it, my nigga!
Rubber Band Man & Snowman in this bitch!
Ay! Ay! Y'all already know, man
Y'all can't fuck wit us, man!
It's the King and the Killa, nigga!
CTE, P$C, what's happening?
From the trap shit to all the rap shit
Gave you numbers on the bricks
And all of that shit
They run up on the team
I bet they be fallin' back quick
Stack the magazine
I'm giving 'em all of that clip
Y'een heard the latest? Ho
Ya fuckin' with the greatest
I know the pussy niggas and
The sucka niggas hate us
But the lames can't fade us and
Ain't any way to rate us
Took the train when they see us 'cause
There ain't no way to play us
The fame didn't make us and
The Feds didn't take us
So we flamin' out in Vegas
Private plane-ing in Jamaica
We the top two crews so it
Ain't a way to spray us
Lay us, down, nigga who, nigga where?
Dream about our deaths then wake
Up and say a prayer
Grab some tissue for this new
Asshole we finna tear
Ain't a handgun made for man
That could prepare ya
Say what? Buck on us? I dare ya
There is no competition!
Yeah! Ay! You already know what it is, nigga!
CTE, USDA for life nigga!
USDA is the clique, nigga! Ha ha! yeah!
Tip, what up, nigga? You already
Know what it is, nigga!
A Town firehouse, nigga!
(Young Jeez) Who me? I'm a coupe-driving
Bird-flipping
O-serving, gun-toting, set-tripping
Chicken-flipping
(Jeah) Range-Roving, gat-toting, hay-smoking
(Let's get it) You know I'm sack-holding (Ay)
You could save the hating 'cause
I do not need it
God damn, I'm so conceited (Ha ha)
You was rapping, I was
Trapping, I was busting, they was ducking
I was gunning, they was running
First nigga said something
Police-ass niggas, yeah they so suspicious
(Ay)
Blowing Cali kush, yeah, so delicious (Ha ha)
Grand Hustle and Corporate Thuggin'
You can ask ya girl, I'm the one she's loving
Four-four pound, my Cannons been Aphilliated
(Damn) damn right, nigga, A Town's own
Mr 175, I really got 'em for that
"Them niggas getting money"
Got a problem with that?
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on this DJ MLK! Y'all
Know I don't talk too much
On no goddamn mixtape nah
I got too much shit to be
Damn doin' you know what
I'm sayin'? I DJ seven-plus days a week in
The damn city you know! I just wanna
Shout out my fam, I see ya! H Town
In the goddamn building! Shout out! Mars
I see ya!
Rubber Band Man & Snowman in this bitch!
Ay! Ay! Y'all already know, man
Y'all can't fuck wit us, man!
It's the King and the Killa, nigga!
CTE, P$C, what's happening?
From the trap shit to all the rap shit
Gave you numbers on the bricks
And all of that shit
They run up on the team
I bet they be fallin' back quick
Stack the magazine
I'm giving 'em all of that clip
Y'een heard the latest? Ho
Ya fuckin' with the greatest
I know the pussy niggas and
The sucka niggas hate us
But the lames can't fade us and
Ain't any way to rate us
Took the train when they see us 'cause
There ain't no way to play us
The fame didn't make us and
The Feds didn't take us
So we flamin' out in Vegas
Private plane-ing in Jamaica
We the top two crews so it
Ain't a way to spray us
Lay us, down, nigga who, nigga where?
Dream about our deaths then wake
Up and say a prayer
Grab some tissue for this new
Asshole we finna tear
Ain't a handgun made for man
That could prepare ya
Say what? Buck on us? I dare ya
There is no competition!
Yeah! Ay! You already know what it is, nigga!
CTE, USDA for life nigga!
USDA is the clique, nigga! Ha ha! yeah!
Tip, what up, nigga? You already
Know what it is, nigga!
A Town firehouse, nigga!
(Young Jeez) Who me? I'm a coupe-driving
Bird-flipping
O-serving, gun-toting, set-tripping
Chicken-flipping
(Jeah) Range-Roving, gat-toting, hay-smoking
(Let's get it) You know I'm sack-holding (Ay)
You could save the hating 'cause
I do not need it
God damn, I'm so conceited (Ha ha)
You was rapping, I was
Trapping, I was busting, they was ducking
I was gunning, they was running
First nigga said something
Police-ass niggas, yeah they so suspicious
(Ay)
Blowing Cali kush, yeah, so delicious (Ha ha)
Grand Hustle and Corporate Thuggin'
You can ask ya girl, I'm the one she's loving
Four-four pound, my Cannons been Aphilliated
(Damn) damn right, nigga, A Town's own
Mr 175, I really got 'em for that
"Them niggas getting money"
Got a problem with that?
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on this DJ MLK! Y'all
Know I don't talk too much
On no goddamn mixtape nah
I got too much shit to be
Damn doin' you know what
I'm sayin'? I DJ seven-plus days a week in
The damn city you know! I just wanna
Shout out my fam, I see ya! H Town
In the goddamn building! Shout out! Mars
I see ya!