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 is u And even that
do things (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous
me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, "That's the bad guy." So, what they make you? Good? [Verse 2] Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is
or baller bigit Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns
relaxing in the Benz Credit cards are no limits So u don?t worry about maxing when u spends But since u been asking about the friends How?d u like it
Now you relaxing in the Benz Credit cards are no limits So u don't worry about maxing when u spends But since u been asking about the friends How'd u
Tinted up and bb kinted Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it [Verse 2
like you Is he what, is he cool But as I got a mess on the platinum two-way Said she'd see me the Friday Friday came and went That was a week and I ain
The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village With a chronic blunt full of that you know who gon Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two-door
use to whistle while I work she whistle while she twirk bitch bounce that ass while you roll that blunt it can't hurt while you wet come out of that
that bmdub Headed to the club Fresh out the tyson fight Beamer all rimmed up Shinin with the big homie five car caravan Ridin shotgun put that chronic
't need that I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I mean that G-Unot cocksucker, better believe that I say it one time, watch the whole world scream back G-U
that Neil Armstrong nigga [Chorus] [The Game] Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap that'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin, I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman, All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases, Faught that,
That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Ohh Ohh (You got a line that says Dont wear throwbacks Or drive, ride in maybacks, Is that
change And you don't need that love, when you G's like us And your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie's And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50's First
the next hova from the home of The best doja, makin all that racket, i got the u.s. open Stunt on me i'll leave u wit ya chest open, vest broken Hop in
in the rear view my guns is cockin, I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman, All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases, Faught that, not