Artist: Lil' Jay Album: Competition Domination (S) Song: Competition Domination Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Squad! I ain't with all that sneak dissin' shit man (at all!) My niggas in these streets forreal Tookaville Lets get it! Bdk! [Chorus] They claimin' we the competition But I'm screamin' fuck the opposition I ain't really got no competition I'm in these streets I send shots at the opposition [Verse 1] Tookaville I rep the shit sneak dissin' me then exodus Say fuck tooka you meet the clip yo mans die you still ain't on shit Respect, yea I earned the shit Disease gone leave you burnin' quick Burn niggas like I burn blank discs King lil jay for president Nigga dissin' on me that's death row And you know I keep the strap like velcro No taco bells but I feed shells though J money got caught on death rhodes You a singer or a rapper? Ima' real nigga, ill clap ya Catch lil durk put him in the dirt, feed the boy a clip on my side callin' me a actor And yea I got shot, but you know that ain't stop Me from gettin' this guap That's to young ebt I be sendin' shots Do a hit on 064 now the block hot Free wewe cballin 50 shots 2 2 3 it'll make a nigga diddy bop Team no lackin' so you know I gotta keep a chop You a hittin' its drastic, strech a nigga out like elastic Hit the guys disappear like magic Gettin' money kill a opp with some passion You a lame nigga, you ain't wit it You paranoid, just admit it Rest in peace to my competition Im takin' over my city Niggas mad cause you know its my time Black matter so I can't get signed Put money on my head they tryin' So hard but I'm still on my grind Niggas sayin' my name for no reason My flow hard like semen Its a cold world nigga you anemic You gdk but yo daddy was a region These for the niggas that don't know I be throwin' bullets tony romo Pull up in a 4 door with a 4 o make yo body go up and down like a yo-yo! Stevie wonder to the game I don't see Any nigga in these streets that's hot as me Gotta field nice so you get money I remember those days when you was bummy Dirty nigga skinny pants and a mohawk Semi-auto with a scope take yo nose off Take a act to young nigga dose off All you nigga catchin' bullets like randy moss Got my choppa' in the car like rick ross I crucify a nigga nail him to the cross I don't see the competition that's on the boss Hollow tips make you jump like kris kross These niggas got me fucked up why they wastin' my time Say they gone kill me say in these streets I swear to god that they lyin' When I see em niggas dyin' Its get rich or die tryin' 30 shots all in my nine Shoot numba' 9 bout nine times [Chorus] I ain't got no competition But middle fingers to the opposition Ain't no competition But we sendin' shots at the opposition [Outro] Niggas know what it is bitch I'm fly boy gang! (tookaville!) Niggas fucked up they done said my name! (jojoworld!) On the "i" I could merch that on insane! All these niggas lames Fly boy gang! I ain't got no competition Aye them boys scared forreal forreal lowkey They know mufukas at they heads We do this shit without a deal Finesse and grind everyday to get a meal Aye aye aye! (lets get it!)