No Competition - Bun B, Raekwon, Kobe

Arms out the window and aim!

Aim!

Aim!

Aim!

Aim!

Aim!

'Cause them boys keep challenging me

(But there’s no competition)

'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 shit, Mike Epps

They say the street need a hit

It ain’t gon write itself

So I’mma set this bitch on fire

It ain’t gon light itself

And I’mma beat the beat up

It ain’t gon fight itself

Fuckin 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

'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 cock em (cock em)

Arms out the window and aim!

Aim!

Aim!

Aim!

Aim!

Aim!

'Cause them boys keep challenging me

(But there’s no competition)

'Cus I am Al Capone, John Gotti, Larry Hoover

Tooky Williams, Mike and sexy on, bitch I will do ya

Now when you talkin do a million people listen to ya?

Or do they slip and keep it moving like they never knew ya

You born a sucker, die a sucker, yea you get the picture

When you go, you gon try to take some trill niggas wit ya

Son of bitch yea, I say fuck you for a picture

Come in to get yo head a bodybag

This shoulda fit ya

Nigga talkin down in your subliminal rap

We’re playin, 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 em 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

'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 cock em (cock em)

Arms out the window and aim!

Aim!

Aim!

Aim!

Aim!

Aim!

'Cause them boys keep challenging me

(But there’s no competition)

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

Kill that nigga with the quick fast and tie it

Check that Houston goose and the cranberry will loosen niggas up

Quinton thought he was straight just like moose and

Stat and Pharell bustin them bow and arrows

We touch so we lowin 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 nigga

Pantries is filled with nothing but blow and scampy shrimps

Try to stop me nigga, shoot through his eyes

Blow tryin to cope, coppin the stove, he drove pop us

'Cause them boys keep challenging me

So I’m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)

Load em up and cock em (cock 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 cock em (cock 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)