About This Track
"S. Carter" is a track by JAŸ-Z, from the album Vol. 3… Life and Times of S. Carter, released 28th December 1999. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro: Jay-Z & Amil] Uh-huh, uh Uh Let's rock to [Chorus: Jay-Z & Amil] S dot Carter, y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa, niggas can't stop ya Competition is No, no, no S dot Carter, y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa (Geah), niggas can't stop (Yea, yea) ya Competition is No, no, no [Verse 1: Jay-Z & Amil] Nope, you can't see 'em Though you got plans to be him Pay homage if by chance you meet him (Uh-huh) In his pants pocket (Uh), your advance and per diem It's the undisputed cham-pion (Wha) For clique, dough sick, no medicine for us (Uh-huh) Competition like I said in the chorus Let me spell it out for ya Jay to the Amil A to the Y, stay real (Uh-uh-uhhhh), 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 up cats who flash tools, laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels I'll tell you once, this is shit you should've knew (Jigga what?) Jigga (Jigga who?) Okay [Chorus: Jay-Z & Amil] S dot Carter, y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa, niggas can't stop ya Competition is No, no, no S dot Carter, y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa, niggas can't stop ya Competition is (Uh, uh-uh) No, no, no [Verse 2: Jay-Z & Amil] I'm a Roc-A-fella soldier I thought I told ya Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah (Uh) Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor (Uh-huh) No tints, make no mistake y'all it's Hova (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 made my mother move so I have no problem coming 'round the old way, sluggin' you, that's what a thug'll do Thugget (Uh), bust TECs (Uh), a suspect gangsta (Uh), 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, killer with the flow Let lead fly from out the fofo, motherfuckers [Chorus: Jay-Z & Amil] S dot Carter, y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa, niggas can't stop ya Competition is (Uh-uh) No, no, no S dot Carter, y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa, niggas can't stop ya Competition is Nope, nope, nope [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Competition is none (Is none) I remain at the top like the sun (Like the sun) And I burn whoever come in my chambers of torture The flame gon' spark ya Blood stain the tarp, what remains, they chalk ya Don't try to smooth talk us [Verse 4: Amil & Jay-Z, Both] We got nuttin' to offer (Uh) But the baby nine and make ya fine offer This chick is ill Even (Uh-uh) with four-inch heels, no panties on and Patricia Fields, I get down (Uh-huh) Just name the time, the place (Uh) We could, take it back to Vaseline on our face On a regular day we just (She just), gleam up your space Rock our own line, got our whole team laced (Uh) RW with the torch on my jeans by the waist, without heat We still gon' steam up the place [?], (Amil-lion) what, uh, (Jigga man) yea, (Flawless) here we come (Everybody wanna be, Roc-A-Fella gangsta) (Here we go), uh-huh, uh [Chorus: Jay-Z & Amil] S dot Carter, y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa, niggas can't stop ya Competition is No, no, no S dot Carter, y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa, niggas can't stop ya Competition is No, no, no
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
View full lyrics page →Track details
Explore
No coverage available for JAŸ-Z yet.
