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

Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the I'm a danger
They make friends with suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger
Kick dirt on my name, but really how can I blame you
I'm the next to blow, so 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 now ask me later
with a calculator, my lawyer get a grand retainer
Why 'cause I'm a better business man, than your 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
Give a 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

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

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

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

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

You scared, shooting slugs behind the bushes and not a
Like a is gon' protect you, you know who you dealing with
Chamillitary hideous mood, and I pity the
If I in, I bet every sissy in the city'd move

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

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

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

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

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

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

You album was huh, it's still on the rack huh
Repo man 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 independent, ain't really nothing to prove
I make a million disappear, than Nelly with jewels
See the industry listen, so I stopped 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 there
And I that there yeah
Throw you out the