Chamillionaire

[fox69]

"Track Wrecka"
(feat. Lil' Flip)

"Track Wrecka"
(feat. Lil' Flip)



[Intro: Lil' Flip]
Yessir
(Yessir)
Come on
(Uh)
We back once again
Tag team, you ain't dreaming
It's Lil Gates and (Chamillitary Mayne)
Ha, ha, yeah man, this what the fans want
They want the hear a bread winner spit it
(let's get into man)
Track Wreckas
Hotter than black peppers
(let's go)

[Verse: Lil' Flip]
When I pull up in that Maybach with my pistol on my seatI got a wake up with that R.I.
and the grape Swisher Sweets
I skeet skeet then beep beep I drop em hog then I'm gone And since my slab a brown whip
I call it Indiana Jones Get it?

A brown whip, ah fuck it y'all rappers too slow
I'm dirty dancing with the freaks in the new Vogue
Big licker, green swishers got the club stanky
A Bentley on Yankees but it's fifty on my bank it

I let y'all borrow my swag ya outta thank me
I blow rooters like toobers you try to gank me
You can't be serious, Houston ain't finished
How was that when I made a half of meal on my teeth?

I got that Geena Green bread, that Martha Stewart cash
And when I'm at high rollers they bring my money and clear bags
The vet black since I visited the same color
We lethal weapons are real, man I'm Danny Glover

[Hook - Turn it up sample x2: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga

Here lizard, lizard, lizard

[Verse: Chamillinoaire]
I might pull my cash out make a bank teller pass out
Cause I get mo bank than an armor truck on it's last rought
Hol' up, Flip goin get'cha Aston out I'm a pull out the Jag
That's mo swag than a V.M.A. end of the party band
I'm getting cash you ain't with it I ain't try'na talk
I don't compute cause most of these rappers Microsoft
It isn't safe just cause my safe looking just like a vault
Somebody rob Ford Nox (and it's looking like I'm cost)
Turn up my four-fifteens, I'm swangin' like a swing
My Lincoln took a leak I guess is it too much supreme
It's looking candy green, I think it's gasoline
If it ain't gas it's lean, I think my slab a fiend
And I already put three slabs in rehab
Each Jag is overdosed to each class
My E-class, my S-class, my V-class
They all wanna be bad kids and be fast

[Hook - Turn it up sample: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, check out my track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga

[Lil' Flip]
Front, back, and side to side
Man I hate that my homeboy Pimp C died
And Bun B I got'cha back when it's time to ride
They wanna cut my wings because I'm so fly

[Chamillionaire]
Ha, ha,
The paint is wined out, ya fo's is glasshouse
Wineberry overload it's Amy wined out
Y'all at the center the Roster and I doubt
That this rocket in my pocket don't make it while trying out
Like POW

[Hook - Turn it up sample: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, check out my track record
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga

 

[fox69]

"True Religion"

"True Religion"


They say "I know you don't do the freestyle thing no mo'
But since you do it better than e'rybody else
Well, you know, fo' sho'"
You know I gotta keep it Texas though
Uh, mix, tape, God, GO!

I know I'm not God, that's blasphemy, the good news is I don't have to be (why?)
I woulda turned the world to a beach resort and kick all y'all out and live happily (woo!)
You see how retarded these rappers be? It's like they get off the short bus after 3
Get Instagram, take pics with guns, snitch on yourself you rich athlete
No snitch-agram cause I'm different fam, no Twitter Cham, I don't need a mention
They always told me that money talks so that's who I want to pay me attention (uh)
Young don, never went to prom, genius kid that wouldn't leave detention
When the teacher said that I'd never blow I said don't count my pockets 'til you see my pension
I was plottin moves, I was carvin scriptures into the desk
That was middle school so track down the desk and figure out the rest
(Oh yes) I must confess, I see you but I am not impressed
I see a lot of side-talkin cats that ain't talkin when they see me in flesh
Cat caught ya tongue then cough up a lung, just stick out ya hands and then hold your breath
If I want opinions I'll ask for that, just stay in your boundaries, don't overstep
Back on the porch we sat on the steps where we all would argue 'bout who the best
And now I sit behind suicides with the A/C on like I'm fresh to death
They ain't stars, these rappers good for like eight bars
Rappers lookin like 8 balls, get in them pockets then take all
These activists ain't active to me, ain't standin up for yo' fake cause
Most of y'all are suspect to me, as a pastor that just bought eight cars
The mixtape God you mixtape frauds, make sure you're hearin this carefully (listen)
Even if you know that we was cool befo', you ain't got to come and give dap to me (no)
It'll let them know they don't have to be the clown next to clowns cause that's ratchety
You could rap and model and own the masons, wouldn't give a damn 'bout yo' fashion G
You don't own the brand, you just clone the man, that you saw before you with it on his hand
You a grown man? (Well) Why a grown man, starin at the logo written on some pants?
You ain't made it man, you couldn't make the band, I don't pay for likes, I don't pay for fans
Won't buy your music cause you're popular, cause you're actin like you're movin major grams
I say you're not, I don't believe ya, that's superstition
You say you're hot, well I know you're not, go prove it to me, go do this mission
Go douse yourself in hot gasoline, go pump some gas without even flinchin
If you make it back then I'll play your raps and won't tell you're family I thought you was missin
Gave you the game, I thought you would listen, y'all got it twisted like a Jewish Christian
I taught you how to diss major labels when they told you bow to they shoes and kiss 'em
When you tell the truth they'll say you was dissin; what's bein dope, got to do with stitchin?
Just stay true and they'll praise you, now that's what the hell I call "True Religion"

 

[fox69]

"Tryin' To Change Me"

"Tryin' To Change Me"


[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
(Chamillitary mayne)
Hey I'ma go ahead and keep it real
I ain't taken media training, know what I'm sayin?
I just feel like I just wanna do me (that's right)
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
They know who I am (yeah)
Chamillinator, Mixtape Messiah 2
Lets go

[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]["hey" repeated in third and fourth lines of Chorus]
They keep on tryin change me
but y'all know I'ma gon' always keep it street
I'm the hustle man, up in these streets
I make what you made in a year in a week

[Interlude - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hey look, it's the Chamillinator
and you're tuned into Mixtape Messiah Part 2
And the ad libs say it all, I do it big baby
Ultimate Victory, March 27th, haha, watch out
Y'all know what time it is

[Break - Chamillionaire - talking over Interlude]
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
I do it big!
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
I do it big!
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
I do it big!
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
I do it big!

[Verse - Chamillionaire]
I got a hungry fanbase in the streets, so I gotta feed it
Mixtape Messiah, completed, history get repeated
What up Cham? It's Universal, where's your album? We need it
Like "Ridin Dirty," can you beat it? *er*, message deleted
Gettin throwed off in the crowd, make it look like a brawl (brawl)
If anything get throwed into yours, it look like a towel (towel)
Keep that look right off your face, because it look like a scowl
These suckers think that I'ma sucker, eeeah, ain't one of y'all
My fanbase is a cult, they doin everything that I tell 'em
Appreciate me, keepin it real and purchase everything that I sell 'em
Couldn't get down with that slavery so at labels I wasn't gellin
Now I can ball like Tevin, on the Northside of Levin Reverend
Hallelujah, I made a considerable amount of moolah
So I boota, the world I'ma dangerous as the shooter
Hallelujah, they love how I lyrically send hollows through ya
Not a ruger, but I do got the flow that be goin BOOYAH!
I ain't never really been trippin about it, if you got your posse
Cause I got some partners with me that will pop off like paparazzi
Don't try to see me and show me some love, tellin me that you got me
Takin over's my new hobby and you ain't 'bout to stop me
I let a woman show up late (late), ain't really no need to clock her
They say that time is money, if she's late then it will cost her
I let a woman off her leash (leash), ain't really no need to watch her
They act right, like a Oscar is something I got to offer
Hey, so get your act on just like Kevin Costner
And I continue to be the Mixtape Mi-Mi-Mivasa
They say that talk is cheap, so don't come to me bein a talker
50K is what conversation with me will cost ya

[Chorus]

[Break]

 

[fox69]

"Turn It Up"
(feat. Lil' Flip)

"Turn It Up"
(feat. Lil' Flip)



[Whistle]

[Chamillionaire:]
Yeah!
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamilitary Mayne

[Lil' Flip:] Flip in the building!

[Chamillionaire:]
Go ahead and hand over the torch
Super producer Scott Storch
And of course

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home)
I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..

[Chamillionaire]
Give me that million dollar beat and let me show you what to do with it
(Who that is??) That's the illest rapper choppin' and screwin' it
Couldnt snatch the game that's what they told me, so I'm provin it
Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit
Hittin never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high
Because Chamillionaire's the anwser to the game like Allen I
Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply
Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu errrwwwee lie
So give the ladies what that want
Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage
to feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up (Turn it Up)
Yeaah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to go get my plaque
Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back, like DJ's do when they hear my track
Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigggga (He's Baaack)
You can't get mad if you feel that you and cap fit ya
Drop the biggest stat's ever so don't let that bbback hit ya

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home)
I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..

[Lil' Flip]
When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang
I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' Mary Jane
Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain
I got homies on the West who like to gangbang
And I got homies on the East who do the same thang
I told Johhny put 50 in my pankyrang
5 karot diamond chain vvs is in it mayne
You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane
You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank
Hipnotic, Big Bodies with Blue paint
We got that oomp spray, but it still stank
You a lame so yo dame playin mind games
Ima pimp so I stay in that mindframe
Niggaz talk shit untill I let that nine bang
Me and Duke in that maybach switchin lanes

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home)
I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..

[Bridge: Chamillionaire]
Heaaded to the baar (I'm headed to the baar)
You know I'm V.I.P. (You know I'm vipee)
And since you rollin' with a star (You rollin with a staar)
You V.I.P. with mee (Chamillitary heey heey)

[Chamillionaire]
Chamillitary the biggest threat to any of these rapper thinkin' they doin it
(Who That Is??) That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big
Multi-colored diamonds got us shining They say our jewerly sick
Houston got a problem and you don't want nuthin to do wit it (Do you kid?)
I ain't think so I'm tippin slow
Wen my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow
Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go
When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo sho
Told me that she didnt care about my money Wasnt hearin it
Looks can be deceving as Chamillion paint apperances
You know how we do it at home of Screw and purple syrup is
She got turned out quicker than my power steering did

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home)
I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..

 

[fox69]

"Undisputed King Koopa"

"Undisputed King Koopa"


[Chorus]
Koopa, King Koopa. He's the undisputed mixtape king
Some will try to diss him, but can only beat him in there dreams
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Go back to the studio and write some more

[Chamillionaire]
I hit 'em up with the venom
the venom will get up in 'em
The Hustses we gotta rent 'em
The grave is where I send 'em
Kill 'em the way I spit 'em
Some people can't keep up with 'em
I slow it down like O.G. Ron C do when he spin 'em
What ya know about a deal with a bigger cut
bringin' money in on a wheel barrel feel 'em up
What ya lookin' at Chamill like he finna bluff
I don't bluff, I just keep it real on real nigga stuff
You thinkin' you a bad boy, like a puff biter
Serve it on ya platter pussy I can be your provider
Never was smarter, never ever was tighter
Get ya mind correct, I'm the verse and hook ghost writer
I taught boys how to master their bars
Gettin' quite, turn it up I think they askin' for noise
Not a game mayne, I don't see no African toys
Witch doctor, one of 'em will have to be yours
Been paid, boys actin' like it's never been true
College colors in the chain boy, yellow and blue
To tell the truth, Chamillionaire is better than you
Thats the only thing that hater said that's ever been true

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Void In My Life"

"Void In My Life"


[Hook]
When I look back at my life, I realize-realize something ain't right
I'm missing you Lord, in my life make it right
I got something to decide, just wanna make-wanna make everything right
Cause there's a huge void, a huge void in my life make it right

[Chamillionaire]
I'm staring up at the Pope, it soak it up while he spoke it
Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author that wrote it
The broads are the ones I love, just don't wanna be the corporate
So waiting for death to approach this, take the time to say no sis
I don't hate ya, for having these little seeds
At 17, best believe they're a beautiful breeze
Of fresh air when their's nothing else, I usually need
Just a smile look at em now, hoping you just believe
And my broad been in place forever, I'm gone but I'm chasing cheddar
Been gone could of kept it going, with a poem or a basic letter
But naw I just hate to tell her, try hard but I didn't let her
The groupies get at your boy, but you're my Cinderella
Look girl we can make it better, but there's a gift and a curse
While you healing a nigga feelings, your's are usually hurt
It ain't amount of cash on Earth, to match what you really worth
Know your turf has been the church, that's where you put in work
And you put in overtime, because you know the sign
And most danger that I've been lately, rap is mo' than rhymes
But you still hold me down, I'ma do way mo' this time
Got some time that I need to manage, girl you know that's right
And that's speaken like a true deacon, cause even to see you sleeping
That comfortabally ain't enough for me, anything that you needing
I'll cease anything that squeaks, and cease any sink that leaks
Ain't nothing gon interrupt, your sleep deep into them sheets and peep

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
How your father call the police, have your mama put in the jail
When the arguments always started, and ended up in a cell
Hard to it was the thought of this, ring that you use to wear
As I darted out the apartment, and pawned it to get the bail
Argument after argument, drama wasn't hitting well
Target it ain't no harm in it, smart so I didn't tell
God that it was the hardest, yeah life was a living hell
Spent part of it steady dodging it, charging off in the trails
Father say he a Muslim, your mama say she a Christian
The Bible or the Koran, which one would you be picking
The cards are in your palm, ain't really no use in tripping
Be true to the one you choose, ain't really no use in switching
Yeah they gon have to be mad at us, choice is something I had to trust
Standing up when I had enough, for my blessings not adding up
Take too many things for granted, right after that metal gedal bust
Somebody's life is missing, that's when the spirit grabbing us

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
A religion is what you missing, someone tell me how can it
Make people panic, mention God and all the weak people vanish
Take God your woman and your family, even your own life for granted
Until you slanted on the planet, with your face in the granite
And I won't have it, I don't wanna see my coaching divided
So I decided to remind it, there's a choice and provide it
So put your ego to the side, soon as you standing beside it
Raise your right hand, and let the spirit know it's invited
Don't need to fight it, I just wanna make it right 'fore they bury me
Cause the truth is like therapy, plus my conscience is tearing me
Into pieces as deadly was dealt, was not even fair to me
To the soldiers that passed in the game, we missing you terribly
Thank my family especially, in my mind like telepathy
Staying humble's the recipe, keep my faith and he blessing me
I use the energy left in me, to make sure they respecting me
Walk the steps of my destiny, like I know he protecting me
I'm a leader, believe the people won't get to see less of me
No they won't see the death of me, or no police arresting me
I live life so successfully, and just show em the best of me
On another level mentally, this position was meant for me

[Hook]

Chamillitary mayne

 

[fox69]

"Waiting 4 My Downfall"

"Waiting 4 My Downfall"


[talking]
Ha-ha, I know what y'all thinking mayn
Naw, it's not gon happen homie
Y'all already know what it is, Chamillitary mayn
Most hated and most anticipated, in the streets
Know I'm saying yours truely, (Southern Smoke)

[Hook]
Keep waiting keep waiting, if you waiting for my downfall
The album's coming, and revenge'll be the sound boy
Haters keep waiting, if you waiting for my downfall
The album's coming, and revenge'll be the sound boy
Keep waiting keep waiting, if you waiting for my downfall
The album's coming, and revenge'll be the sound boy
They pray and pray, for my downfall
You can pray and pray, for my down naw

[Chamillionaire]
If you can bet a big fold, you better bet a big fold
Cause I know my album better, than whoever thinks no
For them Screw Heads, said they like it better when slowed
Get blowed, if you the type that like it better when thoed
Yella thick hoes, with them yellow kit toes
Love the way my necklace looking, like the yellow brick road
So they tip-toe, to my hotel tell me no
Dorothy don't wanna click her feet, then Koopa tell her get home
Wanna stay with Chamill', cause it's real it's not a tail
No imaginary drug scale, or made up client-tail
Whack weak is sorry, then the question asked is who
Could it be it's not me, cause King Koopa is the truth
Ain't gotta be a Sherlock, trying to figure out a clue
Since it's not me, the evidence will probably point at you
Sound of Revenge get it right, I put that life back in your life
Probably drop it now or later, put that life back in it twice
Uh-uh, I'm so cocky it's irritating
But it wouldn't be irritating, to any nigga that isn't hating
This is not a imitation, plexers get a invitation
Chamillitary radio, if youy don't like it switch the station
But you won't cause you do, so just admit it while I bring it
I'm the best rapper, not a punchline that got meanings
Uh niggaz hating, I ain't even really tripping
In the South, when they open that mouth I zip em
But sometimes, I be in a tough position
Cause the track listen'er, might tell you that I'm still dissing
Even when I'm not dissing, but I'm like so what
They can feel the way they feel, as long as they just keep it shut
But what-what, I see the new Source and open it up
And I'm like what hol' up, I don't mean to interrupt
But let me stop myself, before the drama turn to havoc
I get back in the streets, and let these stunting faggots have it
Go back to what you doing, riding dick and tossing salad
While I'm crawling like a crab, and yelling balling is a habit baby

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Wake Up Outro"

"Wake Up Outro"


Na, na, na, na, na, na, na hey
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na

They said no when I told them that
I'd find a way to get to the top
They didn't know that eventually
I'd be the one to worry about

When someone would mention me
They always try to say I would flop
But this the sound of revenge
The sound of revenge, the sound of revenge
The sound of revenge, revenge

Yeah, on the path to find out whose true
The only person you can really trust is you
And if you feel like you can't even trust you
Then you can always trust you know who

And if you don't know who you know who is
Then I feel so sorry for you
'Cause that's really the only person that can judge
And critics people that wanna see you fail
Will tell you what you can do, shouldn't do or must do
And when you got that glow
Nobody else's words can really bugs you, ha ha

Revenge has always been looked upon as a sin
And sometimes you just feel like you have to sin to win
Sometimes it sound like, it's what it coulda been
And when you get to the gates of heaven
They probably wouldn't let you in, ha ha

But to change that meaning
Of it success is what it is in the end
And instead of worrying about
What it should of could of or would it been
You turn you head towards the future and keep it movin'
You know what I'm sayin'? Well say it again
Keep it movin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Screw it then know what I'm sayin'?

If you waitin' for me to fail
Your time is running out on the glock
I'm runnin' to the finish yeah
When I get there I ain't gonna stop

Success is what I couldn't have
But now I tell them look what I got
But this the sound of revenge
The sound of revenge, the sound of revenge
The sound of revenge, revenge

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na hey
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na

The sound of revenge

 

[fox69]

"War To Your Door"

"War To Your Door"


[Chorus]
In this game it seems that I'm lyrically reaching a point where it's not fair no more
Hit 'em with that major pain as we shoot and destroy
It's like I'm bringing war to your front door
In this game it seems that I'm lyrically reaching a point where it's not fair no more
Hit 'em with that major pain as we shoot and destroy
It's like I'm bringing war to your front door, front door

[Verse 1]
Look how lyrically I assassinate a verse then
I can get a hooker shot like urban
You never bust rapping just like you a virgin
Under your girl done hitting a belly like a surgeon
A hundred milli gotta get it brrr Birdman
Christina Milian she ain't got her man
And I don't have no dreams either, i'm working
Surfing the earth and tryna stay urban
You see the heater poking out I got the shirt in
All of these rappers getting jerked without the jurgens
The similes and metaphors that I be serving
gone right over their head, hot turbans
I got a ?? and she a Persian
Ain't got a deal with Eminem but I am burning
Hot, got a lawyer he's really a diversion
I'm riding dirtier than 30 days with no detergent
Ain't really with the beef but the tweets I get at you
If I ever see you in the streets I'ma slap you
I don't mean LeBron when the Heat coming at you
Cover up and duck like I'm late tattoo
All this cake getting flipped like a spatula
Not an act like a chat i'm a natural
Suits tried to take me out the game what did that do
Still here like the name of an ear statue
Bread cheese here funds really high
Walk in the strip club and throw my lunch in the sky
Front til you die while I spend a month in Dubai
I'm a god in the streets alhamdulillah
Test and I bet that you gon' flunk when you try
I don't even gotta use my gun to reply
You get punched in the eye, punched in the eye
What is a tie? Ayuken blood finna fly

[Chorus]
In this game it seems that I'm lyrically reaching a point where it's not fair no more
Hit 'em with that major pain as we shoot and destroy
It's like I'm bringing war to your front door
In this game it seems that I'm lyrically reaching a point where it's not fair no more
Hit 'em with that major pain as we shoot and destroy
It's like I'm bringing war to your front door, front door

[Verse 2]
See the barrel shoot in the tank I'm in the cockpit
Bullets that'll jump on your head like it's a moshpit
Even if you're wearing a bulletproof outfit
I got a Batman you who I'm Robin like a sidekick
The rap game really my chick
Topic is whether Chamillionaire is the topic
Put 'em on the line I'm telling you that I got this
Autograph the weapon I'm hitting you with a shot whip
Most high multi-million dollar bow tie
Still be a clown it's equivalent to cho cha
Go and die know why he will tell the most lies
Most likely to get hit with the four-five.
Yo price pow hit 'em with the scorcher
What you know about the Chinese, water torture
Can't run from the lyricism cause it caught ya
Write it then I'm in your nightmare like an author
West craving the world what I'm saving
I got a hollow tip that I brought for the occasion
I put it in a weapon that was made by an Asian
My mind is a maze and that means that I'm amazing
Your girl call me papi coming with a posse
Everybody black I'm the opposite of nazi
In the major label they be thinking I'm Gaddafi
I'm taking out anyone who thinkin' they can stop me

[Chorus]
In this game it seems that I'm lyrically reaching a point where it's not fair no more
Hit 'em with that major pain as we shoot and destroy
It's like I'm bringing war to your front door
In this game it seems that I'm lyrically reaching a point where it's not fair no more
Hit 'em with that major pain as we shoot and destroy
It's like I'm bringing war to your front door, front door

 

[fox69]

"We All Done (I'm On One Freestyle)"

"We All Done (I'm On One Freestyle)"


[Intro]
They like where you been man
I’m like you’ll find out when you need to know
Poison, coming soon

H-town so throwed
If I said it then you know it’s what I mean
I do it all from my home
Cause that’s who got me thinking I’m the damn king
I pro’ly hurt a few feelings
Cause y’all be trickin’ on ‘em way too easy
See you can feed a few pigeons
That’s when you realise them hoes a tease

Live from the Bahamas
I gotta be honest
Working on a classic gotta forgive me for my silence
Swear it felt like college, knowledge that you gave was timeless
Knew that you had good brain, I knew you’d graduate with honours
My P was the finest, bowing like she paying homage
Pulling that ponytail girl what you mix with Pochahontos
Cesa triple zeros, working jumping over commas
You can say that I gave you love but you can’t say I gave a promise
Girl no dollars

And girl I’d love to kick it wit’ ya but you know I gotta run
And stack some hundreds inbetween my trigger finger and my thumb
It was lovely while it lasted but I think the time has come
Hope you keep your composure when I say that it’s over

We all done
Darling, we all done
She said I’m on one
Now that we’re all done, done, done
I might not cuff and I might not trick
I might just split cause we don’t just fit
Don’t come back cause she might be sick
Cause she might be the one that I say I’m not with
When we all done
Now that we’re all done, done, done

Loving the way she grip me
Loving the way my grip be
Feeling off in my pockets… and she history
Legends like Snoop and 50
Maybach Coupe like Ricky
Feeling just like my dick be weighing a tonne off in my dickies
Ball like Kenneth Griffey, hit it like Kenneth Griffey
They say stay on your toes, that’s why I’m always on my tippies
Watch the people close incase any one of y’all acting shifty
Lipstick on my hollow tip don’t let this clique give you a hicky
Posted in between the pillow, laying near in the pyjamas
With the slickest Texas rhymer that’s when you know you can find her
Tell the dead I’m out of time, you know that that’s a problem I’ma make her say
I know you didn’t got her sounding just like Wonda
The 16th I be in Vegas, 26th I be in China
Booked ’til August, I come back and drop a mixtape in my honour
We live from the Bahamas, hope her panties is designer
I had your girl interior decorating her vagina

And girl I’d love to kick it wit’ ya but you know I gotta run
And stack some hundreds inbetween my trigger finger and my thumb
It was lovely while it lasted but I think the time has come
Hope you keep your composure when I say that it’s over

We all done
Darling, we all done
She said I’m on one
Now that we’re all done, done, done
I might not cuff and I might not trick
I might just split cause we don’t just fit
Don’t come back cause she might be sick
Cause she might be the one that I say I’m not with
She said I’m on one
Now that we’re all done, done, done