[Jay-Z]
  S-dot-Carter
  Y'all must try harder
  Competition is
  [Amil]
  Nada
  Ladies scream papa
  Niggas can't stop ya
  Competition is
  [Jay-Z]
  No, no, no
  S-dot-Carter
  Y'all must try harder
  Competition is
  [Amil]
  Nada
  Ladies scream papa
  Niggas can't stop ya
  Competition is
    [Jay-Z]
  No, no, no, nope
  You can't see 'em
  Though you got plans to be him
  Pay homage if by chance you meet him
  In his pants pocket, your advance in pedium
  It's the undisputed champ, being
  For clique, dough sick, no medicine for us
  Competition like I said in the chorus
  Let me spell it out for ya
  Jay to tha Amil
  (A to the Y stay real fuck how they feel, uh-huh, uh-huh)
  That's how we put it down
  (Uh-huh, uh-huh y'all gon get it now)
  Chip off the old block
  Resemble my old pops
  'Cept I tote glocks and open dope spots
  And I shut down rap crews
  Smack them cats who flash tools
  Laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels
  I'll tell you once
  This is shit you should've of knew
  (Jigga what?)
  Jigga
  (Jigga who?)
  Okay
    [Jay-Z]
  S-dot-Carter
  Y'all must try harder
  Competition is
  [Amil]
  Nada
  Ladies scream papa
  Niggas can't stop ya
  Competition is
  [Jay-Z]
  No, no, no
  S-dot-Carter
  Y'all must try harder
  Competition is
  [Amil]
  Nada
  Ladies scream papa
  Niggas can't stop ya
  Competition is
    [Jay-Z]
  No, no, no
  I'mma Roc-a-fella soldier
  I thought I told ya
  Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah
  Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor
  No tints, make no mistake y'all it's Hova
  I stay sportin' played Jordan's before Jordan
  Verses tight, hooks harder than Ken Norton
  Musically touching you
  Truthfully I abuse beats better call BCW
  I make my mother move
  So I have no problem coming around the old way
  Sluggin' you, that's what a thug will do
  (Thuggin', bust techs, a suspect dangerous, and I love rough sex)
  Yeah that's what's up
  Even when I'm asleep the gats is up
  Paranoid like Sunny drive backing up
  But I'm from Bed-Stuy, killa with the flow
  Let lead fly from out the four-four, motherfuckers
      [Jay-Z]
  S-dot-Carter
  Y'all must try harder
  Competition is
  [Amil]
  Nada
  Ladies scream papa
  Niggas can't stop ya
  Competition is
  [Jay-Z]
  No, no, no
  S-dot-Carter
  Y'all must try harder
  Competition is
  [Amil]
  Nada
  Ladies scream papa
  Niggas can't stop ya
  Competition is
    [Jay-Z]
  No, no, no
  None I remain at the top like the sun
  And I burn whoever come in my chambers of torture
  The flame gon' spark ya
  Blood stain the tarp
  But remains they chalk ya
  Don't try to smooth talk us
  [Amil (Jay-Z)]
  You got nothing to offer
  But the baby nine
  And make ya fine offer
  The chick is ill
  Even with four-inch heels
  No panties on and Patricia Fields
  I get down
  Just name the time, the place
  We could take it back to Vaseline on our face
  On a regular day we just gleam up your space
  Rock our own line, got our whole team laced
  RW with the torch on my jeans by the waist
  Without heat we still gon steam up the place
  (Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, here we go)
    [Jay-Z]
  S-dot-Carter
  Y'all must try harder
  Competition is
  [Amil]
  Nada
  Ladies scream papa
  Niggas can't stop ya
  Competition is
  [Jay-Z]
  No, no, no
  S-dot-Carter
  Y'all must try harder
  Competition is
  [Amil]
  Nada
  Ladies scream papa
  Niggas can't stop ya
  Competition is
  [Jay-Z]
  No, no, no