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[Intro - - talking]
Ch-ch-cheah, your into your boy the Chamillionator
I stay killin 'em
Know what I'm talkin
Messiah Part 2
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"Hey" - [repeated 7X during the

1 - Chamillionaire]
This is why I'm hot mama (woo)
This is why I'm hot little (Chamillitary mayne)
This is why I'm hot
(This is why I'm hot) -
is why I'm hot baby
(Tell 'em why)
Cause I'm the of mixtapes

I'm the king of

[Verse 1 -
Yeah (woo), lookin right at the grim reaper like I don't need the of ya
The kid in the booth is the coroner
I hear the track and I murder it the 40 of
caliber, that's when they all askin you, you recordin for?
I can't that these boys soundin horrible
The rap game full of clowns a carnival (woo)
Your callin me, I'm somewhere over the bro
Floatin on a boat, a logo on a Nautica (woo)
We like to blaze, the fire of what you wanted,
She Just Blaze the producer I got under the
Acapella got 'em baggin down in Florida
Go on put somethin in the air LaGuardia (yeah)
Smoke one for the and peace is how their sleep
Beef is gonna be, but with me just dead meat (yeah)
Trust me bad for ya (yeah), kinda like red meat (meat)
Playin with me homie, I you'll get beat (beat)
I'm on my grind, the out next week (week)
gonna be silent, like me when the Feds speak
Gotta 'em dozen, I got a ton of 'em
in, not in love with 'em, really not here to cuddle hun
But I'll come, I'm just and they say I'm troublesome
But I'm way than some trouble, I'm double son
If his name's Terminator, I'm one (other one)
He got one, assume who got the other gun
Bring it to life, the dead
Not buyin, stop cryin, make a instead
I swear that y'all rappers really hurtin my
But my don't stop and you ain't hurtin my bread
I ain't worried about a snitch ever the Feds
Take it to the old go and learn it like Red (haha)
Take it to the Pro Tools if you heard somethin I
That you you can do better but prepare to be bled
The grinders on the east, be the C
They be like up Kid? Like the name was Capri
You know the sayin, the sayin is you get you see
see that I'm paid but they can't use they vision on me (haha)
So bein broke is a hater is accustomed to be
Boys reachin the pager that's stuck under the seat
Yeah, but you could me with that thirty versus another coast
At dinner with Nas and Kelis, here's another toast
Cause we hot as the rotisserie on the oven (roast)
Keep it and gettin paid is what I love the most
I got a new Lincoln, top is gettin air time (time)
So they call it Continental Airlines
Chamillitary's the (click) and isn't fair I'm
too good (too good), can't see the flow, (no) ... air rhymes
So go on let a turn up the oxygen
Backin in the for the score, better box me in (for the score, box me in, woo)
Flawless victory, settle for a sloppy win
If you took me out, you put me in your top again
And I talkin 'bout myspace partner
Talkin the spot you got as my space partner

[Break - - talking]
Texas in the
They like show me what ya got (better me what ya got)
I'm like, hey we a lot (hey we cockin a lot)
niggaz run the spot
(Chamillitary mayne)

"Hey" -

[Verse 2 -
Uh huh, do it like a Texas nigga though
Know what I'm Chamillitary
If you on top watch your spot and I don't care about the guppies in my (uh uh)
Bitch I'm for the big fish
and I did shit, put a few tapes out
This beat got some Cham? (huh), your boy fittin to space out (woo)
My flow proven, you and I raised out (yeah)
That's talk, I go long like a stakeout (naw)
Who got beef? Shit, I make steaks outta
the real, bring the fake outta nigga (yeah)
Stomp his ice cream, I make outta niggaz
Oh yeah, the flow crack, spit weight for the
Now I'm so impatient, can't for the figures
So I'm on the highway, pushin weight for the
Nigga, I can't for them niggaz
Too bad, they said you was fittin to blow, so I
Who gassed, you the fucked up, I'm not for the stuff
Them have you leanin like the back of a dump truck (fall back)
Pump what, grown ass man nigga
I give a fuck if you rap, I a fan nigga (I ain't a fan)
I give a if you clap, I never ran nigga (never ran)
So I tell 'em where I'm at is where I stand

"Hey" - [repeated 7X during the

- Famous - talking]
2-1-0, San Anton' Texas in the building
boy, fun, yeah, fuck

[Chorus 2 - Famous -
Now show me what ya got (now me what ya got)
([Chamillionaire:] Fam 'em what ya got)
Yeah, we a lot (haha, yeah)
If they run the spot
Famous, haha, too easy man
Run the boy (too easy man)
tell the world though
Two ten, uh
Yeah, uh

"Hey" - 7X during the Chorus]

[Verse 3 -
The 'Tone don't run, I'll these boys again y'all 'Tone don't run
I'm so hot, I'm so cold, me frozen sun
Up in NY, like your frozen son (what you tell 'em man)
And I'm the one
And not to mention all the flows I've done
And don't let me get to talkin the hoes I've run
through, who you to be
I'm right on top, where I'm 'posed to be
Them ho left me hangin like a poster be
But naw, I'm in the mix for 2K6
Put that to your grill, watch your lip little niglet
Haha, yeah, show me it is
Famous in this bitch, tried to told 'em I'm the shit (tried to 'em)
I told 'em about back a summer ago
210 on my arm, show you where I'm comin
San Anton' Texas on the map man better believe it