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Yeah uh-huh, Chamillitary mayn, mayn
And I mean there, and I mean that there
And I mean there, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, and I mean 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 dick suckers, said 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 they put me on punishment for bad

They I should, off went major, but I'm a procrastinator
I get the job done playa, but I'm now ask me later
Stay with a calculator, my lawyer get a grand
Why 'cause I'm a better business man, than average 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 of a G-Unit shoe kid

What's that, a nine stupid, you do the why
I tried to be to the dyke, but that 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 move CD's in
Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan is a cult

I'm that nigga that'll spot you, see you in the and box you
You like you a problem, I bet I do something 'bout 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 Lil' Jon, and Manny making beats
gon' be a ghetto millionaire, in these streets
I speak my mind, so stop acting so
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 is gon' protect you, you know who you dealing with
Chamillitary hideous mood, and I the fool
If I walk in, I bet every sissy in the move

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

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

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

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

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

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

You album was whack huh, it's on the rack huh
Repo man hopped in your vehicle, they took it 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, than Nelly 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 mean there
And I that there yeah
you out the game