Bun B - No Competition lyrics

[Intro: Kobe and (Bun B)] Cause them boys keep challenging me So I'm gon' make sure I can drop em (drop em) Load em up and co*k em (co*k 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 co*k em (co*k em) Arms out the window and aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Cause them boys keep challenging me (But there's no competition) [Verse 1: Bun B] Cause I am Mike Jordan, Mike Tyson, Mike Phelps Michelangelo with the flow bro, and the mic helps Ha! The mic stealth, that's for the mic's health You'll take me out now that's the funniest sh**, Mike Epps They say the street need a hit, it ain't gon write itself So I'mma set this b**h on fire, it ain't gon light itself And I'mma beat the beat up, it ain't gon fight itself f**ing let it write itself, until it good night itself That's for the OG to do it Just equip me and do You know what we a do fool I will pull it back I will let it go I will lay it down [Hook: Kobe and (Bun B)] 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 co*k em (co*k em) Arms out the window and aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Cause them boys keep challenging me (But there's no competition) [Verse 2: Bun B] 'Cus I am Al Capone, John Gotti, Larry Hoover Tooky Williams, Mike and s**y on, b**h I will do ya Now when you talking do a million people listen to ya? Or do they slip and keep it moving like they never knew ya You born a s**er, die a s**er, yeah, you get the picture When you go, you gon' try to take some trill n***as wit ya Son of b**h yeah, I say f** you for a picture Come in to get yo head a bodybag, this shoulda fit ya n***a talking down in your subliminal rap We're playing, you get slow dice Like slit through the craps Snap back to reality, there'll be another studio Casually, try to battle me I leave them rattled G That's for the OG to do it Just between me and you You know what we a do, fool I will pull it back I will let it go I will lay it down [Hook: Kobe and (Bun B)] [Verse 3: Raekwon] Staircases and aces, razor blade cameras and scrapers Get through it big, I got the rhythm to bend cages Choppa mad, places in front We just stunt, you know my shakers All of them shoot just like the Lakers Paper fryers and Goliath, mission attired, he wired k** that n***a with the quick fast and tie it Check that Houston goose and the cranberry will loosen n***as up Quinton thought he was straight just like some moose and Stat and Pharell busting them bow and arrows We touch so we lowing sparrow Chums is long and goofy like cousin Cowell Truth or fire, dope fiends get crucified Both teams is super loud Me and Buns, the underworld is ours n***a Pantries is filled with nothing but blow and scampy shrimps Try to stop me n***a, shoot through his eyes Blow trying to cope, copping the stove, he drove pop us [Outro: Kobe and (Bun B)] Cause them boys keep challenging me So I'm gon make sure I can drop em (drop em) Load em up and co*k em (co*k 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 co*k em (co*k 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)