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lirik lagu competition domination – lil jay

[intro]
squad!
i ain’t with all that sneak dissin’ sh-t man (at all!)
my n-ggas in these streets forreal
tookaville
lets get it!
bdk!

[hook]
they claimin’ we the compet-tion
but im screamin’ f-ck the opposition
i ain’t really got no compet-tion
i’m in these streets i send shots at the opposition

[verse 1]
tookaville i rep the sh-t sneak dissin’ me then exodus
say f-ck tooka you meet the clip yo mans die you still ain’t on sh-t
respect, yea i earned the sh-t
disease gone leave you burnin’ quick
burn n-ggas like i burn blank discs
king lil jay for president
n-gga dissin’ on me that’s death row
and you know i keep the strap like velcro
no taco bells but i feed sh-lls though
j money got caught on death rhodes
you a singer or a rapper?
ima’ real n-gga, 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
stl ebt yeah we sendin shots
do a hit on 064 now the block hot
free wewe cballin 50 shots
2 2 3 it’ll make a n-gga diddy bop
team no lackin’ so you know i gotta keep a chop
you a hittin’ its drastic, strech a n-gga out like elastic
hit the guys disappear like magic
gettin’ money k!ll a opp with some p-ssion
you a lame n-gga, you ain’t wit it
you paranoid, just admit it
rest in peace to my compet-tion
im takin’ over my city
n-ggas 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 im still on my grind
n-ggas sayin’ my name for no reason
my flow hard like cement
its a cold world n-gga you anemic
you gdk but yo daddy was a region
these for the n-ggas 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 n-gga in these streets that’s hot as me
gotta field nice so you get money i remember those days when you was bummy
dirty n-gga skinny pants and a mohawk
semi-auto with a scope take yo nose off
take a act to young n-gga dose off
all you n-gga catchin’ bullets like randy moss
got my choppa’ in the car like rick ross
i crucify a n-gga nail him to the cross
i don’t see the compet-tion that’s on the boss
hollow tips make you jump like kris kross
these n-ggas got me f-cked up why they wastin’ my time
say they gone k!ll me say in these streets i swear to god that they lyin’
when i see em n-ggas dyin’
its get rich or die tryin’
30 shots all in my nine
shoot numba’ 9 bout nine times

[hook]
i ain’t got no compet-tion
but middle fingers to the opposition
ain’t no compet-tion
but we sendin’ shots at the opposition

[outro]
n-ggas know what it is b-tch i’m fly boy gang! (tookaville!)
n-ggas f-cked up they done said my name! (jojoworld!)
on the “i” i could merch that on insane!
all these n-ggas lames
fly boy gang!
i ain’t got no compet-tion
aye them boys scared forreal forreal lowkey
they know muf-kas at they heads
we do this sh-t without a deal
finesse and grind everyday to get a meal
aye aye aye! (lets get it!)

- lil jay

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