Testi:
Competition 3

rattle when I bang A T.V. VCR in my car, like Bruce Wayne Ain't a damn thang changed, we on a mission Ain't no competition, for my stretched Expedition

So as I cracked a smile and started to laugh I could see the sucka duck muthafucka gettin mad He had a frown on his face, he was hotter than fire He wasn't competition

noch du kannst das genau so gut (kuck kuck kuck) ich leb noch jezz gieb mit den hennesy fucker das is competition und komm mir nich 'ich kann das besser

for sellin dope. They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap. Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact. Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition

boys came to mack cuz ya'll know where the parties at So hot you might suffocate but ya'll not tryin to leave this place Got on ya tightest gear competition

my fans Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!" There's no competition

away like a eclipse I see hips My scripts I dip game deadly as 3 clips Plus I'm the one she already wanted to freak with competition betta gone head on

raw [scratching of] (You better recognize who you're talking to) [Prince Poetry:] (Crushing the competition that I stomp from east to west) (Who you're talking to) (Crushing the competition

case I see one of them niggas from back in the days I done jact in fact my nigga shot done served that nigga a sac and told me that he had 3 mo' niggas