Jay‐Z feat. Amil S. Carter Lyrics

Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Hova Song (intro)
  • 2 So Ghetto
  • 3 Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)
  • 4 Dope Man
  • 5 Things That U Do
  • 6 It's Hot (Some Like It Hot)
  • 7 Snoopy Track
  • 8 S. Carter
  • 9 Pop 4 Roc
  • 10 Watch Me
  • 11 Big Pimpin'
  • 12 There's Been a Murder
  • 13 Come and Get Me
  • 14 NYMP
  • 15 Hova Song (outro)
  • 16 Anything / Jigga My Nigga / Girl's Best Friend
  • S-dot-Carter
    Y'all must try harder
    Competition is

    Nada
    Ladies scream papa
    *****s can't stop ya
    Competition is

    No, no, no
    S-dot-Carter
    Y'all must try harder
    Competition is

    Nada
    Ladies scream papa
    *****s can't stop ya
    Competition is

    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 and per diem
    It's the undisputed champion
    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 **** 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 **** you should've of knew
    (Jigga what?)
    Jigga
    (Jigga who?)
    Okay

    S-dot-Carter
    Y'all must try harder
    Competition is

    Nada
    Ladies scream papa
    *****s can't stop ya
    Competition is

    No, no, no
    S-dot-Carter
    Y'all must try harder
    Competition is

    Nada
    Ladies scream papa
    *****s can't stop ya
    Competition is

    No, no, no
    I'mma Roc-a-fella soldier
    I thought I told ya
    Hustler, ***** 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, ************s

    S-dot-Carter
    Y'all must try harder
    Competition is

    Nada
    Ladies scream papa
    *****s can't stop ya
    Competition is

    No, no, no
    S-dot-Carter
    Y'all must try harder
    Competition is

    Nada
    Ladies scream papa
    *****s can't stop ya
    Competition is

    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

    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)

    S-dot-Carter
    Y'all must try harder
    Competition is

    Nada
    Ladies scream papa
    *****s can't stop ya
    Competition is

    No, no, no
    S-dot-Carter
    Y'all must try harder
    Competition is

    Nada
    Ladies scream papa
    *****s can't stop ya
    Competition is

    No, no, no

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