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

Not a angel I'm with anger, to the industry I'm a danger
They make friends with suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger
Kick some 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 went major, but I'm a
I get the job playa, but I'm busy now ask me later
Stay with a calculator, my get a grand retainer
Why 'cause I'm a business man, than your average hater

But now I wanna ask a favor, don't talk to me like I'm
Got no for you haters, so send that message to cupid
a shout out to Who Kid, why give a shout out to Who Kid
'Cause I'm wearing something, match the size of a G-Unit shoe 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 and pissing on gimmick niggaz, when they pass by

Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the
I put my in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred independent, now I move CD's in bulk
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 South when it come to mix tapes, I'm a monster
Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special shout out to

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

You scared, shooting slugs behind the and not a brick
Like a bush is gon' you, you know who you dealing with
hideous mood, and I pity the fool
If I walk in, I bet every sissy in the city'd

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

Flip and my man Banner, come here and get man handled
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, ain't no damn bammers
The clip in the hand jammer, to use it for a hammer
Hit you on top of your head, and leave like 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, there's of chicks
dominatrix 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 dummy
You album you smile and frown, after the math get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, never had that kept 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 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 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 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 there
And I mean there yeah
Throw you out the