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

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

said I should, off went major, but I'm a procrastinator
I get the job playa, but I'm busy now ask me later
Stay with a calculator, my lawyer get a retainer
Why 'cause I'm a better business man, than your hater

But now I wanna ask a favor, talk to me like I'm stupid
Got no for you haters, so send that message to cupid
Give a shout out to Who Kid, why give a 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 nice to the dyke, but that was my try
And since it the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy
I'm spitting and pissing on gimmick niggaz, when pass by

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

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
crashed, but I wanna give a special 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 for a prison pillow

You scared, shooting slugs the bushes and not a brick
Like a bush is gon' protect you, you know who you with
Chamillitary mood, and I pity the fool
If I walk in, I bet every sissy in the move

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

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

Rasaq ain't no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no bammers
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
Keep a couch with a house, like Dan Tanner

That's plenty of bricks, that's plenty of
There's plenty of fine groupies, plenty of chicks
Like 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 crash test
You album dropped you smile and frown, after the get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, never had that from me
I'm buying Color Changin' vehicles, with my ass cap

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

You was whack huh, it's still 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 independent, ain't really nothing to prove
I make a million disappear, quicker than Nelly with
See the industry listen, so I stopped being a humble guy
Now I'm the come get it, if you ready to rumble guy

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