No Competition T.I. (Ft. Jeezy)

[Intro]
Ay, ay! Young Jeezy, let's get it, my nigga!
Rubber Band Man & Snowman in this bitch!
Ay! Ay! Y'all already know, man, y'all can't fuck wit us, man!
It's the King and the Killa, nigga!
C.T.E., P$C, what's happening?

[Verse 1: T.I.]
From the trap shit to all the rap shit
Gave you numbers on the bricks and all of that shit
They run up on the team, I bet they be fallin' back quick
Stack the magazine, I'm giving 'em all of that clip
Y'een heard the latest? Ho, ya fuckin' with the greatest
I know the pussy niggas and the sucka niggas hate us
But the lames can't fade us and ain't any way to rate us
Took the train when they see us 'cause there ain't no way to play us
The fame didn't make us and the Feds didn't take us
So we flamin' out in Vegas, private plane-ing in Jamaica
We the top two crews so it ain't a way to spray us
Lay us, down, nigga who, nigga where?
Dream about our deaths then wake up and say a prayer
Grab some tissue for this new asshole we finna tear
Ain't a handgun made for man that could prepare ya
Say what? Buck on us? I dare ya

[Chorus (sample)]
There is no competition!