Bun B - No Competition Lyrics
(Hook)‘Cause them boys keep challenging meSo I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)Load em up and ***** em (***** em)Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)Aim! (I will let it go)Aim! (I will lay it down)‘Cause them boys keep challenging me(But there’s no competition)So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)Load em up and ***** em (***** em)Arms out the window and aim!Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!‘Cause them boys keep challenging me(But there’s no competition)(Verse)‘Cause I am Mike Jordan, Mike Tyson, Mike PhelpsMichelangelo with the flow bro and the mic helpsHa! The mic stealth, that’s for the mic’s healthYou’ll take me out – now that’s the funniest shit, Mike EppsThey say the street need a hitIt ain’t gon write itselfSo I’mma set this ***** on fireIt ain’t gon light itselfAnd I’mma beat the beat upIt ain’t gon fight itself*****in let it write itself until it good night itselfThat’s for the OG to do itJust equip me and doYou know what we a do foolI will pull it backI will let it goI will lay it down(Hook)‘Cause them boys keep challenging me(But there’s no competition)So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)Load em up and ***** em (***** em)Arms out the window and aim!Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!‘Cause them boys keep challenging me(But there’s no competition)(Verse)‘Cus I am Al Capone, John Gotti, Larry HooverTooky Williams, Mike and sexy on, ***** I will do yaNow when you talkin do a million people listen to ya?Or do they slip and keep it moving like they never knew yaYou born a sucker, die a sucker, yea you get the pictureWhen you go, you gon try to take some trill niggas wit yaSon of ***** yea, I say ***** you for a pictureCome in to get yo head a bodybagThis shoulda fit yaNigga talkin down in your subliminal rapWe’re playin, you get slow diceLike slit through the crapsSnap back to reality, there’ll be another studioCasually, try to battle meI leave em rattled GThat’s for the OG to do itJust between me and youYou know what we a do, foolI will pull it backI will let it goI will lay it down(Hook)‘Cause them boys keep challenging me(But there’s no competition)So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)Load em up and ***** em (***** em)Arms out the window and aim!Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!‘Cause them boys keep challenging me(But there’s no competition)(Verse)Staircases and aces, razor blade cameras and scrapersGet through it big, I got the rhythm to bend cagesChoppa mad, places in frontWe just stunt, you know my shakersAll of them shoot just like the LakersPaper fryers and Goliath, mission attired, he wiredKill that nigga with the quick fast and tie itCheck that Houston goose and the cranberry will loosen niggas upQuinton thought he was straight just like moose andStat and Pharell bustin them bow and arrowsWe touch so we lowin sparrowChums is long and goofy like cousin CowellTruth or fire, dope fiends get crucifiedBoth teams is super loudMe and Buns, the underworld is ours niggaPantries is filled with nothing but blow and scampy shrimpsTry to stop me nigga, shoot through his eyesBlow tryin to cope, coppin the stove, he drove pop us(Hook)‘Cause them boys keep challenging meSo I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)Load em up and ***** em (***** em)Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)Aim! (I will let it go)Aim! (I will lay it down)‘Cause them boys keep challenging me(But there’s no competition)So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)Load em up and ***** em (***** em)Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)Aim! (I will let it go)Aim! (I will lay it down)‘Cause them boys keep challenging me(But there’s no competition)
