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

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
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 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 business man, than your average hater

But now I wanna ask a favor, don't talk to me I'm stupid
Got no love for you haters, so that message to cupid
Give a out to Who Kid, why give a shout out to Who Kid
I'm wearing something, that match the size 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 that was my try
And it seems the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy
I'm and pissing on gimmick niggaz, when they pass by

Get mad that I get green, you with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, 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 keep making beats
Chamillionaire gon' be a millionaire, in these 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' 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

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

Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come 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 know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn

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 humps like a tan
a couch with a full house, like Dan Tanner

That's of bricks, that's plenty of chips
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 test
You album you smile and frown, after the math get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, had that kept from me
I'm buying Changin' vehicles, with my ass cap money

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

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

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