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

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

They said I should, off major, but I'm a procrastinator
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 business man, than your average

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

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

Get mad that I get green, you with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, this is the result
Did a hundred thousand independent, now I CD's in bulk
on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a cult

I'm nigga that'll 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 come to making mix tapes, I'm a
Napster crashed, but I wanna give a shout out to Kazaa

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

You scared, slugs behind the bushes and not a brick
a bush is gon' protect you, you know who you dealing with
Chamillitary mood, and I pity the fool
If I in, I bet every sissy 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 that Quo down in

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

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

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

Get off the end of my tip, you a crash test dummy
You album dropped you and frown, after the math get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, had that kept from me
I'm buying Color vehicles, with my ass cap money

Promises that they gave you, you feel like you major
Navigator and two-way pager, gave you then made you
Go lie about how they paid you, and will play you
You's a puppet go get a refund, I that they played you

You album was whack huh, it's on the rack huh
Repo man hopped in 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, ain't really to prove
I make a million disappear, quicker than with jewels
See the industry wouldn't listen, so I being a humble guy
Now I'm the come get it, if you to royal rumble guy

And I mean that there, and I that there
And I mean that there
you out the game