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