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Mix Messiah

Yeah uh-huh, mayn, Chamillitary mayn
And I mean that there, and I mean there
And I that there, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, and I mean that
And I mean that there, and I mean there yeah-yeah

Not a angel I'm with anger, to the industry I'm a danger
They make friends with suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger
Kick some dirt on my name, but really how can I you
I'm the next to blow, so they put me on punishment for bad

They said I should, off went major, but I'm a
I get the job done playa, but I'm busy now ask me
Stay with a calculator, my get a grand retainer
Why 'cause I'm a better man, than your average hater

But now I wanna ask a favor, don't to me like I'm stupid
Got no love for you haters, so send that message to
a shout out to Who Kid, why give a shout out to Who Kid
'Cause I'm wearing something, that match the size of a G-Unit kid

What's that, a stupid, you do the math why
I tried to be nice to the dyke, but that was my try
And since it seems the industry, is infatuated the bad guy
I'm spitting and pissing on niggaz, when they pass by

Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the
I put my in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand independent, now I move in bulk
Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a

I'm that nigga spot you, see you in the streets and box you
You acting you a problem, I bet I do something 'bout you
Run the South when it to making mix tapes, I'm a monster
Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special out to Kazaa

Long as Lil' Jon, and Manny keep beats
Chamillionaire gon' be a millionaire, in these streets
I speak my mind, so stop acting so
You soft, if you go to you'll get used for a prison pillow

You scared, shooting behind the bushes and not a brick
Like a bush is gon' you, you know who you dealing with
hideous mood, and I pity the fool
If I walk in, I bet every in the city'd move

Ain't got to walk a city for food, Diddy did dude
If you hungry for drama, I'll see that my Semi get
Give me the tool I'm Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer
Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas Quo down in Atlanta

Lil' and my man Banner, come here and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron C fix your damn
If you think we all right thur, and speaking with bad
I know Bun B, O and S.U.C. ain't no damn bammers

Rasaq ain't no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no damn
The clip in the hand jammer, to use it for a damn
Hit you on top of your head, and leave humps a tan camel
a couch with a full house, like Dan Tanner

That's plenty of bricks, that's of chips
There's plenty of groupies, there's plenty of chicks
dominatrix chicks, there's plenty of whips
So you bricks can do a flip, off the end of my

Get off the end of my tip, nigga you a test dummy
You album you smile and frown, after the math get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, never had that kept me
I'm buying Color Changin' vehicles, with my ass cap

Promises that they gave you, made you feel like you
and two-way pager, they gave you then made you
Go lie about how paid you, and never will play you
You's a puppet go get a refund, I think they played you

You album was whack huh, it's on the rack huh
man hopped in your vehicle, they took it back huh
You go get a dagger, hop in a cab huh
You looking for a A and R or CEO, you can huh

Did a hundred thousand independent, really nothing to prove
I make a million disappear, quicker Nelly with jewels
See the industry wouldn't listen, so I being a humble guy
Now I'm the come get it, if you ready to royal guy

And I mean that there, and I mean that
And I that there yeah
Throw you out the