Chamillionaire

[fox69]

"I Know Ya Mad"
(feat. Bun B)

"I Know Ya Mad"
(feat. Bun B)



[Intro - Three 6 Mafia - talking]
Yes sir (yes sir)
Chamillionaire (Chamillitary mayne)
Bun B (Bun B)
It's goin down (it's goin down, I know ya mad)
Yes sir
Hypnotize Minds production (I know ya mad, I know ya mad)

[Chorus - Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs]
I know ya mad, I-I-I know ya mad
I-I-I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad 'cause you hate that I'm not doin bad
Yeah I'm feelin great and I know they wanna hate
'Cause they hate to see me eatin shrimp and steak
Yeah I know ya mad
I'm a demonstrate, how to deal with all the hate
While I'm reppin for my city and my state
I-I-I know ya mad

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
You know I'm chasin a milli (that's right), reppin my city (that's right)
Life is a gamble, I told my city just give me them dice, been gettin scrilli
Back in your city like "give me that twice"
Stay gettin cake and I know they hate I won't give 'em a slice
Up in the mornin, got them customers callin
I'm a hustler-holic, call me up and I'm on it
Stack them Barack Obamas, stuff 'em up in my wallet
Yeah the car right behind me was way too much but I bought it (to make ya mad)
I-I-I know ya mad, every one of my whips is bad
Like Cam and Dash told Bill O'Reilly - ya mad
How you get mad? You see me grindin and holdin cash
You think I slept with ya mama and went and told ya dad
I-I-I know ya mad, that's why you mad at night
All you do is gossip, so I'm the reason you have a life
You can't compete with my fleet, so go pick a better fight
Got so many cars, I couldn't track 'em all with a satellite (hey!)
You see them swangers pokin, you see my trunk is open
Versace locin, hopin that I'm gon' end up broke and
I really hope you jokin, what type of dope you smokin
You text message in exclamations to show emotion (ha)

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Verse 2 - Bun B]
It takes a playa to know a playa, so let me greet ya
Welcome to "The Land Of The Trill", I'm happy to meet ya
Bun Beeder the trill O.G. and not in the makin (makin)
You see this dough that I be takin and the broads' that I'm breakin (breakin)
We be bringin home the bacon, ain't no fakin over here though (here though)
Get mine in 2009 without dressin like a weirdo (weirdo)
It's real off in these streets but I don't never show no fear though
And it's still "UGK 4 Life", in case it wasn't clear bro
Funny when you got nothin, nobody really cares
Like you don't even exist (huh), it's like you was never there (fo' real)
But soon as you get some bread, they lookin at you sideways
Askin 'bout a shortcut and if you got some side plays
Tell 'em "naw, it's hard work" (what?), they swear you lyin
And then you got to start the case, pleadin and denyin
Man you ain't got to explain yourself, don't tell 'em playa, show 'em (show 'em)
Then keep it movin G and act like you don't even know 'em
That's what's up

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Break - Chamillionaire - singing]
So you should love me baby (let's go), I'm puttin it down
I get love from ladies, they love that I shine (woo!)
I be hustlin daily, I stay gettin mine
So congratulate me (let's go) or hate me now

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Middle finger up to the industry, every person I pass is shady
Said I ain't commercial enough, my label still have to pay me
Fakers is fallin off (yeah), realness would gravitate me
My (Wheels) is of (Fortune), yeah Vanna White should congratulate me
She find out my worth and the pretty woman gon' have to hate me
Flirted with money, did it so well, that it had to date me
Police done got madder later, they see me and had to chase me
Trunk beatin so hard, pedestrians losin they balance baby
Pencil's a Desert Eagle, promise my lead is lethal
No we ain't equal, that's right, I'm hotter than desert people
Wallet's a scary movie, stackin the root of evil
Come back tomorrow, my bank deposit gon' get a sequel
I-I-I know ya mad

 

[fox69]

"I Mean That There"

"I Mean That There"


Mix Tape Messiah..

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

[Chamillionaire]
Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger
They make friends with dick suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger
Kick some 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 behavior
They said I should of went major, but I'm a procrastinator
I get the job done playa, but I'm busy now ask me later
Stay with a calculator, my lawyer get a grand retainer
Why cause I'm a better business man, than your average hater
But now I wanna ask a favor, don't talk to me like I'm stupid
Got no love for you haters, so send that message to cupid
Give a shout out to Who Kid, (why give a shout out to Who Kid)
Cause I'm wearing something, that match the size of a G-Unit shoe kid
What's that a nine stupid, you do the math why
I tried to be nice to the dyke, but that was my last try
And since it seems the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy
I'm spitting and pissing on gimmick niggaz, when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand independent, now I move c.d.'s in bulk
Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a cult
I'm that nigga that'll spot you, see you in the streets and box you
You acting like you a problem, I bet I do something bout you
Run the South when it come to making mix tapes, I'm a monster
Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special shout out to Kazaa
Long as Lil' Jon, and Manny keep making beats
Chamillionaire gon be a ghetto millionaire, in these streets
I speak my mind, so stop acting so sentimental
You soft, if you go to jail you'll get used for a prison pillow
You scared, shooting slugs behind the bushes and not a brick
Like a bush is gon protect you, you know who you dealing with
Chamillitary hideous mood, and I pity the fool
If I walk in I bet every sissy, in the city'd move
Ain't got to walk a city for food, like Diddy did dude
If you hungry for drama, I'll see that my Semi get chewed
Give me the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer
Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in Atlanta
Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come here and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron C fix your damn channel
If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn bammers
Rasaq ain't no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no damn bammers
The clip in the hand jammer, to use it for a damn hammer
Hit you on top of your head, and leave humps like a tan camel
Keep a couch with a full house, like Dan Tanner
That's plenty of bricks, that's plenty of chips
There's plenty of fine groupies, there's plenty of chicks
Like dominatrix chicks, there's plenty of whips
So you bricks can do a flip, off the end of my dick
Get off the end of my tip, nigga you a crash test dummy
You album dropped you smile and frown, after the math get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, never had that kept from me
I'm buying Color Changin' vehicles, with my ass cap money
Promises that they gave you, made you feel like you major
Navigator and two-way pager, they gave you then made you
Go lie about how they paid you, and never will play you
You's a puppet go get a refund, I think that they played you
You album was whack huh, it's still on the rack huh
Repo man hopped in your vehicle, they took it back huh
You go get a dagger, then hop in a cab huh
You looking for a A&R or CEO, you can stab huh
Did a hundred thousand independent, ain't really nothing to prove
I make a million disappear, quicker than Nelly with jewels
See the industry wouldn't listen, so I stopped being a humble guy
Now I'm the come get it, if you ready to royal rumble guy

And I mean that there, and I mean that there
And I mean that there jeah, (throw you out the game)

 

[fox69]

"I Run It"

"I Run It"


[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
They all happy about the records I sold
Now I'm back for the victory, 'bout to get on the road
They say I gotta sell records, but I ain't sellin my soul
I won't sell it for platinum and I won't sell it for gold
The game full of suckers, I know that they gotta go
Now the Chamillinator's the general in control
So when I tell you I run it, it's because I run it
And you should run from it, you know you don't want it

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, rappers be talkin too much, just like they rap for the Feds
I got a lot of little crumbsnatchers that's after me bread
Notice that I said after, cause that is back where I left
March 27, I'm droppin, that means you have to be scared
Yeah I'm cookin up somethin, in rap I'm Dennis the Menace
I put a G periodically on the table like a chemist
My homie keep that metal right in your mouth like a dentist
The hateration is shrinkin like the amount of your minutes
on your Sidekick Motorola, your Nextel phone
They wanna know what's the business, I'ma let my neck tell homes
I drop the budget on what you might think my neck sells loans
So far you can't reach me like when your Nextel roams
Like a tunnel in Amsterdam, Cham he got a dope flow
Your flow kinda SoCo, Chamillitary's the logo
The lizard will visit, so disrespect is a no no
Cause you know the fo fo will (brrp) stick 'em like pogo
Pogo stick, the homoness in the industry
Got me a little shaky about every rapper that isn't me
Ask anybody out there who think that he lyrically
Killin me and he droppin quicker than a Reggie Miller 3
Step in the label and I tell 'em give me my green
Then I send in Famous and make 'em give to my team
I got that money and power kinda like Jimmy Iovine
A little more money than power so they call me "Jimmy High Cream"
Or maybe Jimmy Hakeem, they respectin me, why?
Cause my sales are above, ain't even next to the sky
I know a few backstabbers, but I'm not expectin to die
Cause I keep my eyes open like I'm expectin a knife
I run it in the underground, so y'all step to the side
It's like lightning the minute my wrist and necklace collide
Magazines sneak this in, tryna mess up my Vibe
Now 1.3 million fans will accept your reply
Cause I run it

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I Think I Love You"

"I Think I Love You"


[talking]
Mo' money mo', mo' money mo', yeah mo' money mo'
Yeah having money, is like a relationship know I'm saying
Ery'body, always gon get in your bidness
Try to break it up, try to get involved in it
But they really, need to mind they own bidness
Money don't do nothing, but bring you trouble
But for some reason I keep chasing you, I must be in love

[Chamillionaire]
You so bad that we getting mad, somebody that they wish they had
You're a dime and you know you mine, flipping with you right in my slab
Relationship ain't the same, as the others back in the past
See I tried to have someone like you, but didn't add up to half
Cruising it with my queen, the jewels the wrist and the bling
We moving and hit the scene, the movie the flick a dream
Painting the city green, like green is the coolest thing
You're oozing up in the jeans, we doing it as a team
I hopped in a different slab, that ain't got the easy take
But you looking so good to them, that they told me tell me pass
Never told me slow it down, the rims keep on moving fast
When I'm driving I almost crash, when I stare at your sexy ass
The longer we stay together, your appearance is looking better
Not better off with the fellas, you gonna be mine forever
They always loving the yella's, that's why I nicknamed you Cheddar
But they'd better not touch ya, or better see my baretta
You'll never leave by my side, even though they all try to take ya
Never turning on me, even though they all try to make ya
As long as you by my side, there's nothing I couldn't pay for
We'll make up and never break up, I stay in love with you paper

[Hook]
Money can't money can't, buy me love
But she's acting like she love me, cause I'm riding on dubs
Money can't money can't, buy me trust
But my money is attracted, to the backstabbers
Money bring money bring, plenty haters
It be looking so good, that I'ma prolly fall in love
Money, you bring me trouble
But I still think, I love you

[Chamillionaire]
She's as black as a African, but they call her American
Very thin, yeah she be messing around with married men
When he comes home, she's never asking him where he been
Cause ninety-nine percent of the time, she was right there with him
Chances of him losing her, in this life are very slim
Think money doesn't grow on trees, you ain't checking every limb
She gon be around for a while, she wants to marry him
She gon still survive when he dies, she'll have to bury him
When you know you're with a dime, they'll treat you like you're special
Broad that is sleep and you're sick, because your's left you
Bring her to the church, and the pastor says God bless you
Bring her round your boys, but be careful they gon get you
The cash in a hidden place, ironically called it safe
And you prolly leave it in the safe like it's safe, in the realest place
I hope you gon stay awake, cause they gonna enter and break
And the safe is the first thing, that them haters gon try and take

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
He introduced her to his mother, his mother said that she love her
And after that he discovered, his brother done tried to cut her
They messing with one another, saw her under the covers
And now he gotta show his brother, the meaning of keep it gutter
And all I know is I love her, I mean he loves her
Tried to control his temper, as he leaned in and hugged her
Just enough to get close to her, he screamed as he shoved her
Out of the exit heard his brother scream, you's a buster
Don't touch her, what you better slow your roll quick
Naw matter fact back up, right now before I click-click
What's this, told you to stop playing with me boy
Hurry up girl let's go, you bring me trouble
She's falling to the floor, he picked her up and he's grabbing her
Yelling out like he's mad at her, sounding like he's an animal
Pulling and grabbing her, now he already damaged her
He throws her in the trunk, and the talks to her like a passenger
And that's when uh, he hearing the tires peel
He's speeding out of the driveway, approaching the highest hill
Everytime that you called me, I came like I served you
Even the boss I use to work for, had the nerve to
Tell me I wasn't good enough, and didn't deserve you
Told me I wasn't good enough, and didn't deserve you
I fought to keep you in my life, and this the thanks I get
Well thanks for all the good memories, I think I'm sick

[talking]
Today, we bring you breaking news
Looks like, there's a major car accident
The forty large, of an unnamed individual
Who crashed his car, into the front entrance of a gas station
On the Northwest side of town
Although there is not much information known, about the suspect
We are told, that the assalent tried to get away on foot
And the police, are in close pursuit
The reason for the crash, may have been a loaded nine millimeter handgun
That may have accidentally been fired
We'll give you more details as the story unfold later today, on the evening news

 

[fox69]

"I Tip Down"
(feat. Rasaq)

"I Tip Down"
(feat. Rasaq)



[Rasaq]
I tip down, grippin' on pine
Sour apple caddie wine berry overline
Paint on shine, reclined on swine
Slab in slow-mo, but my rims on rewind
The block won't mind, trunk blow from behind
Open up the fist see the glow and design, man
So throw'd you can hate em', rose gold in the rotation
Shoulder blade and dislocation, when I'm swangin' bones is achin'
Boys wanna hate me but I don't borrow
Prolly cuz my diamonds shinin' on they darling
24's crawlin', ya boy is ballin'
5th wheel wiggle like the fin on a dolphin
Sittin' on diss but the words out my lips
I go hard in the paint, I can make the beat skip
I go fed off the head, stack my bread
never scared threaten me get infra-red and I throw lead
I'm that boy mayne, I'm in that toy mayne
Flip-flop paint when I slide watch that toy change
Stay on my grind, stay on the pine
That's why my gold's shine and you blind all the time
I be comin' down, all my girls fine
They call me M&M's I got red, yella's and browns, man..
I be comin' down, I be tippin' down

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
You can tell I'm tippin' down
Rims spinnin' in rewind
Top is up I let it down
From that H-Town to yo town, we tippin' down
You can tell I'm tippin' down
How my trunk is showin' surround
Ask them how they like me now
From that H-Town to yo town, we tippin' down

[Chamillionaire]
I tip down, bangin' underground
Clear coats on shine
prisma drippin' off like slime
I tip down, at Action number 9
Tell the diamonds drip down
from my spine to the ground
When are you gon' sign
stop worryin' bout mine
Put ya mouth to use and give my spinners a spit-shine
If yall don't mind, please don't talk down
Put the 9 to your mind and blow ya mind outta ya mind, man
Niggaz gon' hate but they can't wait
some claimin' they real really they fake
And ride in the slab spent a day shakin'
speakers keep breakin' the playstation
It's Akeem, also known as the King
Zeem-Zeem sour beam my screens pop up on the scene
Well what are you watchin'?, tell the truth it don't matter
Shout out to J-Mack, Mella Mac and the Mad Hatter
Spreewell's standin' on the ladder
squash the cheddar ain't on my level
The plex can't get settled
pop the trunk and I get metal
You can leave Jamaica
make a run move and I break ya
One-Two, breaker, breaker
my plane fleein' to Jamaica
break ya neck I'ma day shaker
No luck I play with skills
After playin' skills after the game I'm payin' bills
Midwest say I'm real, the South say I'm trill
Step out the Cheville still holdin' my woodwheel
Stop at IHOP ain't never gon' pay the bill
Carrots in my mouth I'm already havin' a good meal
Northside fa'real, mm man, hold up man
Ro, Twin where yall at, yall gotta tip down with me man

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
You can tell I'm tippin' down
Rims spinnin' in rewind
Top is up I let it down
From that H-Town to yo town, we tippin' down
You can tell I'm tippin' down
How my trunk is showin' surround
Ask them how they like me now
From that H-Town to yo town, we tippin' down

 

[fox69]

"I'd Rather Get Bread"

"I'd Rather Get Bread"


[Intro]
But I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get some bread

[Chorus]
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread

[Verse 1]
Ay, it's two hundred women in the V.I.P.
And all of the rumours will be bout me
If they talking bout me and my D-I-C
Then tell 'em I'm the King like T.I.P.
When you worth as many millions as me
They gon' try to get close to you
Cause I put it down like I'm sposed to do
And your chick is on my promotion crew
Gossiping about what I did
Gossiping about where I live
Aight I'm joking bout where I live
Cause she will never know where that is
Girl that thing is awesome mayne
The grade that I give you is off the chain
I would love to take you to the Rikers' game
But I'd rather get some bread
Now you acting like you my dame
Magical when I do my thang
When I tell her she need to disappear
She gon' turn into a boomerang
Knock, knock, who's there?
"I'm back" Who cares?
Me not speaking no English
Girl you know I'm a true player!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
H-N-I-C of the Houston scene
I don't care how many partners that you can bring
Y'all know that I'ma run it, y'all know who the king
I'm so close on the trail that my shoes are green
Paper chasing if it's any left
And I'm on the trail till I make the catch
I be so close on that big face
That eew, I can smell Ben Franklin's breath
Y'all can try to test my success
If I ain't the best then come place ya bets
I can't see ya girl saying I ain't my sex
Because I ain't a trick, I know it ain't my cheques
The secret service bump into me
I swear y'all gon' have to be mad at me
Every dollar bill's a fatality
And every President will be casualties
An assassination it had to be
My hustle game is like Master P's
Every verse I spit is of masterpiece
Like that painting that's on my mantle piece
And my crib is worse than gigantic G's
I got corporations and entities
And my wrist is cooler than antifreeze
Cause my money stretching like Hammer P
A-N-T, what's the word?
Tell the haters I'm tugging birds
But not the drugs, that buzzing bird
I keep an eagle, I'm never scared
Word, gotta stay close to the money
Look at all the money that we making for Johnny
Don't make me a deal, that would make me a dummy
Had a bright idea, now my bracelet is sunny

I never ever tell a yellow stellar to get her groove back
I'm pulling that ella-ella-unbrella, tell her groove that
New Barack O-baller, vote for me and I'll improve rap
So in another class, Uncle Sam should charge me school tax
Used to purchase Jordans, found out Michael was a rude cat
Paid this chick to burn 'em and she only charged me two stacks
No response to those that turn on me like I don't do dat
The rumours that I'm hearing just opinions but a few facts

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'm 2 Good"

"I'm 2 Good"


["hey" repeated in the background throughout the entire song]

[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up
You know I gotta hit 'em with the wittiness, huh?
That's that old Koopa, that's that throwback
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Uh, DJ Rapid Ric
I'm a do this real smooth, one take, I promise
Hahaha, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Chamillitary in the house
Let's get with it, uh

[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Let's get busy, I'm so witty
Take a spin in my Bentley girl, let's get dizzy
Told Johnny "Make Da Band", wrist blessed like Diddy
Got that old money baby let's get drizzy
Money too grown, so I chase them Young Bucks
I'm not from Cashville but I get the funds up
I'm pickin up all my money in a rented dump truck
Swangin in somethin hard and off the chain like nunchucks
Little boys actin like they bars the same
I'm too sharp with the punches, I carve the brain
So sick with the spit, they get nauseous mayne
Every time I leave the booth, I see a carpet stain
I'm the Northside Answer, H-Town Chancellor
Leo, Sagittarius, Scorpio or Cancer
Yes I'm "The Boss" like Tony Danza to Samantha
Don't mess around and make me make you an example
In Ohio, the chicks that I know
Tell me that my flow must came out The Bible
No reason to lie for, each word to die for
Sidekicks can stand back, one set is my show
My flow you know that's the bet
Change your mind and bring cash if that's a check
Set trends 'til the end with rap I'm blessed
Before the Koopa's there's a King, that's respect

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
On my money, on my hood
I'm too fly, I'm too good
Touch my cash, wish you could
On that grind, I'm too good

I'm too good, I'm too good
At hustlin like you wish you could
I'm too good, I'm too good
At hustlin like you wish you could

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Balla"
(feat. Far East, Play-N-Skillz, Lumba)

"I'm A Balla"
(feat. Far East, Play-N-Skillz, Lumba)



[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I'm A Balla, I walk the walk bruh
I'm not a talker
I keep it pimpin' so these women 'll pay me
If you a balla, and bout ya dollars
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily
Don't even talk uh, bout what it cost ya
If you ain't really out there gettin' it baby
If you a balla, and a shot calla
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Koopa, I got comma's and zero's
And alot of robert deniro
I know hoes that love other hoes
that'll get down in a trio
But it ain't nothin' to me though
I'ma grinder, yall know my steelo
Got no record or no P.O
but I dodge police like I'm Neo, nigga we know
Far East and Chamillionaire
gon' bring 4 stacks then spend a pair
Throw 2 other stacks in the air
We stepped in here like G-G-G'yeah
You a balla, let me see it
You a shot caller, let me see it
Bout them dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar, G-G-G'yeah

[Chorus]

[Verse - Play]
Whomp! Whomp!, I'ma head bussa
I'ma keep on paper chasin'
servin' all these muthafucka's
I'ma keep on ridin'
ain't no way yall gonna ever touch us
I'ma keep on chiefin', puffin'
chokin' on that charlie dutchey
And I keep one on my side
that's my only buddy buddy
I'm movin' weight, like the nutty professor
better get ya change up ooh yessuh
Better pack that metal, they'll test ya
Stain chain, gotta hit em' hard
when I roll that truck like Pastor Troy
24's in my ? bump
Better get em' boy, sick em' boy
Gotta make that money, rip em' boy
Like a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy
Here we came to bring in noise
You a balla, let me see it
You a shot caller, let me see it
Bout them dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar, let me see it

[Chorus]

[Verse - Far East]
-Yeah, Play F, Skillz
No matter what they say
No matter what they do
Muthafucka's ain't got no clue
Of what we tryna do
Ride in coupes, ride on Koopa, who what?
Do what?, muthafuckas you ain't clappin' my crew
Keepin' it gangsta, plus yall lack
Black on Black, ridin' Jordans
That ain't Coogi homie, quit cappin' you can't afford it
That's how it go, doin' shows, puffin' dro, bangin' beats
Far East, from Dallas, Tex, but TL call me Greg Street

[Verse - Skillz]
Me and Koopa not some hoopers, but we ballin'
I see you actin' stupid, better move it or ya fallin'
Pausin', never keep it movin' like my rims
They say I'm clever, but it's the cheddar I spend that's makes me win
If you a baller then dribble til' ya hands get tired
Cuz that's the way my wrist feels when I'm tryna raise it higher
You a balla, let me see it
Shot caller, let me see it
Bout them dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar, let me see it

[Chorus]

[Verse - Lumba]
Like where do I start, or where do I begin
When it comes to ballin' and flossin', I shine like them rims
That's intend to spin, act like a crip, nah fuck it dog
Act like a chimp, like crooked monkeys throwin' up sets
You ain't no throw em' up click, you used to throwin' up bricks
We pro-ballers down south daddy, empty the clips
I got 5 in my eye, I need 10 on my wrist
So while I'm flippin' ya bitch, I put 10 to the lips
It's just that young boy Lumba
who's known to bump a
take over the industry, while these other rappers crumble
I'ma balla, you can see it
I'ma shot caller, you can see it
I'ma flosser, you can see it
Superstar, gonna be it

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Hustla"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"I'm A Hustla"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



"Nigga, ask about me" [x4]
"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie" [x2]
"Nigga, ask a, nigga, nigga, ask about me" [x2]
"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie" [x2]

[Chamillionaire]
Nah man I'm not Blood deep or Crip deep or 6 deep or clip deep
How deep? This deep, nine millie clip deep
With this heat, a body builder turn into a pipsqueak
They turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end up mince meat
You'll see, where the mortuary was at, I know you miss me
Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And lyrically wreck that ass officially
I see you live in fairytales, niggas better switch beefs
I had a tooth fairy choke his ass up outa his sleep
Problem with Chamillionaire? Do they mention any names?
Hell no! You scared crow? Try your best to be brave
Got a Smith & Wesson bro, we know that you gon' behave
Safety, your locksmith, like you could get a key made
You all up on the thang like little girls turning teenage
You really a bunch of hoes like 6th street at Texas relays
Ohio to Chicago, I got niggas in them PJ's
Bully, skinny, but the arms strong like you was BJ's
I hear these rapping niggas but believe I'm not a fan of it
I'm here to rid the rap game of all its contaminants
I'm better than the average, I want her, I can have the chick
Doing the same pose as Paris Hilton in them camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big cause I'm demanding it
Raping the rap game while these other suckers is romancing it
They worried about its feelings, they don't wanna take a chance with it
Kissing up to the game with rose petals and a candle lit haha

"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler" [Slowed down]

[Lil Wayne]
Aaaaaay
I'm a southern boy, therefore I stunt
Y'all city slickers, we call it country dump
And I'm chilling like a villain off a killing
Looking at the ceilings like I'ma get in for realer
I'ma get it regardless, hard as it is
Who wants to be a millionaire? Know how I'ma get a million
And I'm in the pavilion
Chilling with my girl but I don't speak Sicilian
But we both count the same as
Long as when I say I'm with it, it come out the same as
If I wanna win with it but I'm out the game
Y'all boys trynna get me killed... huh
You know the Feds are my biggest fans
I got to watch what the little one's saying, man
They see my momma and they wanna pull her over
Cause she ain't got no number on the back of the Rover
And yep - I'm locing
There's cooler ways to die but I'm smoking
There's cooler ways to ride but I'm soaring
Might do the young G5 or G4
Ay, you never know, when your boy might touring
Just trynna get me some air on Mike Jordan
Of this whole thing right here, I'm staring
Y'all boys just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So applaud him, yeeeeah
Chinky eyes, keep faring
Look like Keith Moorer, street aura, uh
Still I hustled in the street like he poorer
Run up on him you sleep and eat aura
Decent Christians, he owes momma, those
Gucci seatbelts will look better with the barker
Sit up in my office, you need to rebound
You got a box out, get up put a baller on
I'm right back with ya, never leave ya lonely
Forget about Frank momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F. Baby man...

 

[fox69]

"I'm Busy"

"I'm Busy"


[Hook]
I know you're trying to see me, but I'm kinda busy
She telling me, she like my song (she said she like my song)
She said she got nothing on, but heels and a striped thong
Girl I think it's time to bone (girl I think it's time to bone)
Bring the Screwed up c.d., cause this time is easy
To stop hiding behind your phone (stop hiding behind your phone)
That's what lil' mama told me, so you already know
That a playa bout to bone (that a playa bout to bone)

[Chamillionaire]
Got a girl in Dallas, she love Pappa Deaux
She be calling me up, Koopa let's eat
Sorry, but I got a radio interview to do
I gotta hook up with Milla Mack, and Greg Street
Maybe we can retreat, to get a bite to eat
Take a night to sneak, to a tightless suite
You can invite some freaks, but get it right I'm cheap
I won't pay you could leave, with tonight's receipt
I'm in Alabama, or Louisiana
Ke'Noe and Dobey, BeBe and Jabber
When I'm not in the lab, you know I'm trying to grab a
Couple G's chick please, what are you getting mad for
I'm in Atlanta in the morning
When I hook up with Killa Mike, Lil' Jon and them
All of my calls, I'm gonna forward them
To the answer machine, please call again I'm busy

[Hook - 2x]
Sorry you didn't reach me, just the answer machine
Sorry I'm not by the phone (I'm not by the phone)
But you know that I'm gone, call you when I get home
Leave a message after the tone (leave a message after the tone)