S. Carter Lyrics - Amil

Lets rock to 

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 

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 the Amil, A to the Y stay real fuck how they feel, aha aha 

That's how we put it down, aha aha y'all gonna get it now 

Chip off the old block resemble my old pops 

Accept 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 

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 

I'm a 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'll 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 

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 

Competition is none I remain at the top like the sun 

And I burn whoever come in my chambers of torture 

The flame gonna 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 gonna 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, 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