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Heavy Competition 4

your crew for not believin' [Hook:] And I come out the winner, yeah the reigning champion All competition gets done [x2] C'mon and lets just "get up" [x4

set" "Yeah you ain't got no ends in mi casa"-Method Man from 'Method Man' [x4] [Fat Joe:] YEAH guess who comes out the camp The undisputed heavy weight

mouth Not worryin bout his competition radio clout Look straight same pace let them nigga's be out They true colors gonna show later on when they breathin all heavy

Baby nine is my lady, and I need her by Hammer send ya ass real high. - Call her: "Nina Sky"! Fuck 4 and a half stars, gimme the 5! Gimme the 6 with'

*phone rings* *phone rings* [B.I.G.] Yo *heavy breathing* [B.I.G.] Sup hello? *heavy breathing* [B.I.G.] Faith? Motherfucker *click* *phone rings* [B

pinky rings (These niggas don't know who they fuckin with, man) Big Eddie eat a muthafucka like spaghetti In the formation we ready, freebasin the competition

a S-L-A-B representer With paint dripping, right off my fender Number one contender, heavy weight winner Eating tracks, like they bread dinner Kicking down your do, with a 4-4

the lane and swang 4's Niggaz be tripping I'm sipping, and hitting fly hoes Chickens in kitchens we mixing, and flipping my do' Expedition and wishing for competition

play Southside Houston Texas, that's where I stay I do it for my state, Texas on the plate And if I sell crack, I'ma move heavy weight It's the Young