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

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

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 grand
Why 'cause I'm a business man, than your average hater

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

that, a nine stupid, you do the math why
I tried to be nice to the dyke, but was my last try
And it seems the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy
I'm spitting and pissing on 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 acting you a problem, I bet I do something 'bout you
Run the South when it come to making mix tapes, I'm a
Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special out to Kazaa

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

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

Ain't got to walk a city for food, Diddy did dude
If you hungry for drama, I'll see my Semi get chewed
me the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer
Mess Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down 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 with bad grammar
I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn

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

That's plenty of bricks, that's plenty of
There's plenty of groupies, there's plenty of chicks
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, you a crash test dummy
You album you smile and frown, after the math get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, never had kept from me
I'm buying Changin' vehicles, with my ass cap money

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

You album was whack huh, it's 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 for a A and R or CEO, you can stab huh

Did a hundred thousand independent, ain't nothing to prove
I make a million disappear, than Nelly with jewels
See the wouldn't listen, so I stopped being a humble guy
Now I'm the get it, if you ready to royal rumble guy

And I mean there, and I mean that there
And I mean that there
Throw you out the