nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo) Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition
I bang and I pop the trunk I go up against all the powers that be Original Thugs that done mastered the streets Ain't no competition Who faster than these
thirds Oh, hush, that's awful kind of you, you're making me blush I could use some competition but they not making me much Man, this beat is like my master
No one is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... [Swift] I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes lickin' they fingers Bring this competition
one trick to pull The trick is to focus Make millions from swollen billions Seek the weak and destroy Soldiers controlling civilians Deploy the daredevil dimension Competition
and P.E. connect So know it when you're hearin the rhymes that I'm givin' 'em combined with the rythmn designed to expose the sins all in it's the master
I never fool with 'em I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em 'Cause outside my label, competition is irrelevant Unless I'm still in competition
[Master P] Go romea, go romea, go romea go romey go, Go romea, go romea, go romea go romey go, Hey Ro, watch it flow it`s time for the romeo show Holla
wolf pack outback I'm from where them Goat, Goat, shout that Ask Master P, I'm bout that Everybody know I'm holding In the party, pocket swollen Rock and rolling Competition
and dance and prance, a to the chants of Run-D.M.C., Run-D.M.C. Run-D.M.C., Run-D.M.C. Well, I stomp and chomp all competition Make break and take
to get your speed up but it ain't gon' matter 'Cause after we get bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter We takin' over the network, Tech N9ne is the master, master
rhyme touch is soft kid like a stripper?s ass With a touch of plastic, writin' with a local style Talkin' about competitive shit you never mastered Youse
Yeah American and European, national champion Kool Keith, you know who I am The master man, Willie Biggs, big status Droppi nine-six and seven, big status
universe Taking everything for what it's worth Remember that +Night the Earth Cried+ for the Gods to come through To make unknown things that seem impossible possible Mastering
Fester God biding escape through telepathic gates Integrate, causin' one mind to elevate, stagnate competition Like an earthquake causin' the earth to shake On release day, diggin' more graves Master
' musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazareth Yet disastrous, smokin' on halves and hash, fuck if it's cancerous Bust ass to the beat 'cause I mastered
m Iceberg Slim Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 Spitting game I try to master the graphics
Of The Tongue They Thought We Was Finished But We Just Beginning They Want Me Commited For The Murder 1 No Where To Run No Where To Hide Competition
