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

Not a angel I'm filled 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 for bad behavior

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

But now I wanna ask a favor, talk to me like I'm stupid
Got no love for you haters, so that message to cupid
a shout out to Who Kid, why give a shout out to Who Kid
'Cause I'm wearing something, that match the of a G-Unit shoe kid

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

Get mad I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga 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 mix tapes, I'm a monster
Napster crashed, but I wanna a special shout out to Kazaa

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

You scared, slugs behind the bushes and not a brick
Like a bush is gon' protect you, you know who you dealing
hideous 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, like did dude
If you for drama, I'll see that my Semi get chewed
Give me the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no bammer
Mess with Killa Mike, Ron that Quo down in Atlanta

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

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

That's plenty of bricks, plenty of chips
There's plenty of fine groupies, plenty of chicks
Like dominatrix chicks, there's 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 dummy
You album dropped you and frown, after the math get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, never had kept from me
I'm buying Color vehicles, with my ass cap money

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

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

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