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"We Breakin Up"

"We Breakin Up"


[Hook]
I tried and tried, to stay in love
But no matter what I do it just ain't enough
It ain't enough, It ain't enough, it ain't enough
You say it ain't enough
And everytime I think its love
It just ain't good enough and we breakin up
We breakin up, we breakin up, we breakin up
Cuz love just ain't enough

I had seen potential in your mental and was tryna make a queen
But I did it for nothin, I was huffin and puffin, wastin steam
Everytime I speak, you be twistin my words to make em mean
somethin I ain't say, then you gossip and try to break my dreams
So I'm breakin up with ya, I tried and did everythin to please ya
I don't even want to see ya, the sight of you is givin me a fever
Think I need a breather, need ya to give me space and leave
The past in the past and keep walkin past when they say that we are
match made in heaven, tell em I said that thats a lie
So disrespectful I feel like I wasted half my life
Thats why I ain't in love, tryna say I ain't in love
Then I go right back on my word and we end up making up
Hold up

[Hook]

See its like I love and I hate almost everything about ya
I be indian givin a livin, takin back everything I bought ya
Even indian givin a cieling when I'm tellin you get out of here
You disappear, then the next day you come back on the pop up
And my mood get madder when I'm in the streets and I think I spot ya
Thinkin I forgot ya and I'm movin on cause I think I gotta
See I end up losin everytime that I try to think I gotcha
Cuz you always movin, I want to but I ain't gon' even stop ya
You be all in my pockets like "feed me" making this type of living ain't easy
I be givin my all to you, all you do is be talkin greasy
And I know you probably don't believe me, everytime that you say that you'll leave me
I be getting impatient and waitin, hopin that youll make it speedy
So I figured I'd tell you the truth cause I knew that that would free me
Gave you everything that I could but you still kept acting greedy
You let the world come inside you shouldnt been acting sleezy
Cuz now you pregnant with rappers that lie on half their CD

[Hook]

Now I can't even lie, I was in love with you
We did everything together that lovers do
The love done died, I think its time to move
in a direction that ain't got nothing to do with u
And everytime I think of us
I think that its time that I make some things adjust
My love ain't as strong for you as I thought it was
Baby I'm breakin up with you now and its all because

[Hook]

I ain't gon' lie, I used to wake up with thoughts of you on my mind
But now you just get on my nerves even when you not even trying
People tell me that its gonna be better but I tell em that they lyin
My love for you is definitely dyin and the way you changed is not a good sign
I wonder how you gonna feel when I'm no longer around
Nah don't even try to start cryin
After you built me up and then tried to break me down
Its just a matter of time before I had to give you a piece of my mind
And maybe I can spend the rest of my time having peace of mind
You couldnt even say one thing that you know that no one know
Everytime I see you, you gossipin about so and so
You imitate, you instigate, you turn love into instant hate
You the reason why I punched my ex homeboy in the face
In the streets chasin the same money I gotta give to my lawyer to win a case
Tearin up my Rap Sheet cause now I got a rap sheet that can't get erased
 
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"We Gonna Ride"
(feat. Rasaq)

"We Gonna Ride"
(feat. Rasaq)



[Chamillionaire:] "Tip down like that sometimes baby, know what I'm talkin' 'bout"?
(Talking 'Bout?)

[Big Moe Inserts]
-Ayayo, it's the Big Humvy, Hummer-Hummer
-I don' took a pint to the head like, I don'-I don' took a pint to the head
like

[Rasaq]
Yo, Aoww!, Color Change nigga (yeah)
It's Rasaq boy (Color Change is a Army nigga)
We...
Ay put ya deuce up in the air like this here

[Hook: Rasaq]
We gon' ride, forever stuntin' while the pops roll glow
WhooaWhooaWhoa!
We gon' buy, cuz real ballers eat at PoppaDo's

[Verse 1: Rasaq]
I got, donut glaze on the do' of my caddy
Rollin' on candy, nigga I spend dough in Miami
I got bad red-bones that I won't show to my family
Cuz if you show her to the poll, she gon' show you them panties
Talkin' down on the south, niggaz must be absurb
We been rappin' hard, but we just gettin' heard
Plenty years in the game that's a goddamn shame
Now everybody wanna talk with a southern slang
Them boys up North (North), them boys from the West (From the West)
They tell me not to plex, but I'ma get it off my chest
How you gon' act like the south don't shine
Nigga we the hardest, my ad-libs gon' co-sign
The niggaz talk with purpose, while I'm holdin' my nuts
(Even niggaz that ain't us), wanna sound like us
Okay, Okay if you say we ain't got no lyrics
Gotta verse for you hoe ass niggaz, I know you wanna hear it
Hit em' up, get em' up, spit em' up
style I'm finna switch it up
Diamonds finna glisten up
Yall niggaz better listen up
Flip em' up, rip em' up
gotta AK to shoot yo kitchen up
Leave ya family twitchin' up
Shell catchers I don't got to pick em' up
Nah, I'ma stop, it ain't all about the skills
Down here all that matters is, how much you real
I'ma give it to you straight like poppin' a pill
Before the south gotta deal, been swangin' big wheels

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Flippin' Benz, bubble-lens, feed ya tank a number 10
If ya pimpin', her and friends, I ain't trippin' get ya ins
If ya been, in the pen', pop this in and lift ya chin
Tat skin, get some ins, and throw some glitter in ya grin
Man, once again, but this dank off in the wind
If you don't smoke, then that's for them, put some drank off in ya chin
Remember back about 10, majors wouldn't let us in
Servin' school is a lifestyle, but they treat it like it's a trend
Man, they like "Koopa tell me where the hell you been"
Man, I been dealin' with family, and takin' care of Ben
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' Davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older rims
What type of rims? that depends is it the truck, the bike, or van
Had to hop out, and stop my spinners on the rims
My alarm kept detecting motion pokin' out of them
Man, I'm just sayin', yall know Koopa don't be playin'
I'm just sayin', I be layin' with the flat TV's displayin'
Sometimes I feel like grippin', sometimes I'm tippin'
Niggaz in the streets tryin' to find out if it's written
Haha..Yo, Chamillitary man!
 
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"We'll Make It"

"We'll Make It"


Yeah. Never had a lot I swear we all came up from nothin’ mayne.
Gotta do it for state (for the state).
Yeah.
Anybody got a problem wit’ it, then we ridin’ mayne.
We say what we wanna say.

“Of course we do. We wake up when we wanna wake up. We do what we wanna do.
I’m not bragging, I’m just saying. Somebody said I’m too confident.
You’re right, I’m the only confident rapper in the world…”

[Verse 1]
Been the man, that’s why I’m going in on any instrumental that’ll catch a leak.
Took a break to get the business straight, then I come right back and never miss a beat.
It ain’t another as sick as me, and anybody that disagree can go out a helicopter now and don’t try to breath ‘til you hit the seat.
Most people only call you up when they want something, like the horny chick.
The green ain’t what you gonna get, but I’ma hang it up like an ornament.
I promise y’all that I ain’t have it all. Lord knows I wan’t born as rich.
They keep tellin’ me that I should pass the rock I gotta get some points, it’s no more assists.
Get crossed over with the cross over. See the cross holder got my charm colder
Like it’s October in a dark Rover.
Gotta stunt on ‘em I’ma car show ya, like I’m John Wall watch ‘em all fall
Like a power forward that was non-sober
If you’re loyal then I got it all for you. It’s Chamillitary let’s ball soldier.

[Chorus]
Some say they don’t like me
Some say I’m amazing (amazing, amazing)
Some say I’m too cocky, some tell me I’m jaded.
If I’m jaded, then I’m jaded. But I’ll make it. (mhmm)
That’s why I go hard go hard go hard for my whole squad ‘til we make it (mhmm) [x2]
We came up from nothin’ but we gone live so good [x3]
We came up from nothin’ see you there when we make it. (we’ll make it)

[Verse 2]
They say it all, but don’t mean it all.
Man what y’all tryin’ to be politicians?
Herman Cain’s none of y’all.
Gonna make it in the Oval Office, no competition.
I got the vision, don’t got permission, but that don’t mean they’ll stop the mission
That don’t mean cause they got opinions that I’ll pop a squat like I’m ‘bout to listen
If you’re fake then we’ll see you’re fake, it ain’t really no fakin’ that
You’ll never make it in these woods, hope that you got a safety pack
Everybody want a favor now, I ain’t never had faith in that
Don’t come to me with your hands out if you ain’t showin’ up with no cake attached
‘Cause they got it locked, I’m gone break the latch
But this ain’t about what I’m ‘bout to get
Rep the Texas; anytime I left I came back to Texas like Popovitch
Some people tell me I’m cocky, but I just feel like I’m confident
Everybody else is about sloppiness, and I’m opposite so I’m moppin’ it.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You got all the answers, go and get the same results.
People tryin’ to do evil, but you can’t let them boys change your thoughts.
To tell the truth I have a few friends that didn’t realize that I cut ‘em off
But if you knew me then you should know that I hate pessimism plus I’m a boss
Take a trip back around the world, it ain’t a place where I ain’t stood.
Never ever claim to be gangsta but keep it gangsta like they should.
They don’t even know who they are,
This the reason they ain’t good, they ain’t comfortable in their own styles
Their rhyming patterns are Ace Hood’s
 
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"Weatherman"
(feat. Paul Wall)

"Weatherman"
(feat. Paul Wall)



[Chamillionaire Insert From "In Love With My Money"]
Big Swangaz and Vouges
Them 20 inches sittin low
We Ball 24's 7's all that we know
Screens and neon lights gon show
When my trunk unlock pop and show
Ya already know
Paint drippin off the door
Not engaged with no lady, fall in love with 'em no!
You may think I'm crazy never knew this type of love before
I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough...
I'm in love with my money

[Chamillionaire - Talking]
Yeah man, me and Paul just goin' 2 different direction man
Know what I'm sayin', he decided to go back to the Swishahouse
And I decided not to ya know what I'm sayin'?
I'm just tryin' to do my thing right now
And hopefully we'll turn this into a major label debut
when "Controversy" sells ya feel me?
But uh, uh we both are with Paid In Full
I'm not on Paid In Full Records no more, no longer on contract
I'm doin' my own thing, Chamillitary Entertainment
and ya already know in this man
A lil somethin' for the fans
I'ma let you hear the first song we did off of "Get Ya Mind Correct"
Ya ain't know I had this did ya?
--A lil somethin' for the fans
I'ma let y'all hear the first song we actually did on "Get Ya Mind Correct"
It's called "Weatherman", y'all ain't know I still had this did y'all-haha

[Chorus - Paul Wall]
I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign
Alot of watered down rappers still hot cuz I came
I'ma forest fire ain't nobody stoppin' my flame
Can't nobody stop me from stockin' my change
[repeat]

[Paul Wall]
I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign
On top of my game, decapitate the top show and bang
They knockin' my fame and biz' cuz of rocks in my watch
If you was smart you'd watch the golds that's on top of my crotch
The rocks in my watch, is more then a Rocky Sandlot
You jealous cuz you bought diamonds from diamond shamrock
Look, all recruiters should be checkin' my stats
I cross competition over shake em' dead in they tracks
I pack an axe by my way, bodyguard by my biscuit
Make money, lose money never afraid to risk it
I don't get writers block, I block other writers
Spittin' fire like if I had a mouth full of lighters
I'm countin' so much money that I caught a hand-cramp
I date models you date girls that went to band camp
I'ma hurricane, you just a gust of wind
I'm on fire, you just ashes and dust my friend

[Chamillionaire]
Uh, it's just the lil bad weatherman, raindrops drop on ya pours
They sick of them boys, pullin' up in ridiculous cars
Ain't no ones, sicker then are's the wizard of oz
Couldn't give you a bigger brain and make you rich as them boys
Young Koopa the weatherman, he lelay his weatherband
With drank in a metal can, wanna stop him get a better plan
That one you got, that ain't really workin' pat'na
Ya shirt is prada, how come ya flow ain't worth a dollar, holla
Chamillion's insane niggaz gonna complain
Can't explain why ya girl wanna give me brain and run a train
Niggaz runnin' in shame, tellin' them to run in train
The Lizard stepped in the game and started runnin' thangs
If ya can't sleep anymore while the raindrops pour
And you look our your window and hear footsteps on the floor
If you saw a crooked smile and a glistenin' jaw
Don't open the door fa' sure time for bad weather y'all, let it reign

[Paul Wall]
Bad weather's ruin about, if you travel my route
It's time to flood the market, cuz there's been a drought
Review the resume, my team is undefeatable
You fabricate ya life with stories unbelievable
I'ma ballin' star, you a fallin' star
All used up like no minutes on a callin' card
I'm the bank you ain't nothin' but a dollar or two
You just sand on a beach, and I'm the wave that swallows you
Nobody follows you, your like bad directions
Ya life needs an eraser, there's to many corrections
Ever since I was born, I've been far from the norm
I'm the one that kept ya girl warm when you was gone
Now you and ya born needin' ya palm
Watchin' thorn or outside a dorm, humpin' ya horn ya heart torn
You get warned down the scarecrow and a crop full of corn
Grab an umbrella cuz them boys bringin' the storm

[Chamillionaire Shouts-Out to DJ's]
 
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"Welcome To The South"
(feat. Pimp C)

"Welcome To The South"
(feat. Pimp C)



[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
(Welcome to the South) Try to criticize us for how we live
And go do the same thangs that we just did, mmm
Better watch your mouth, try to criticize us for how we spit
Then say you respect the money that we get, mmm
(Welcome to the South) Must you criticize everything we did
Then expect at us to never even trip, mmm
We more than grilles and candy paint so be careful what you say
Cause we must just throw it right back in your face, hey
Better watch your mouth

[Chamillionaire]
Uhh, across the globe I hear the hate
The same whispers from state to state
If you didn't say it then this ain't for you
Don't worry 'bout it cause you can't relate
Before you buy me and you criticize me
while you beside me let's get it straight
Cause you remind me of the kid beside me
Same rapper that you say you hate
Wanna criticize then fine (fine)
Said it's I've got simple rhymes (rhymes)
Every time I travel I'm
in the backyard that act just like mine
Same grind just different times (times)
I know things done changed a lil'
Used to show our grills and they be like "Eww!"
Nowadays all say "That's ill"
I remember when a major label
wouldn't even come pay a visit
Used to say they have love for us but
they was blowin them suspect kisses
Now you watch and we see you plot
and you can't act like we ain't suspicious
Shootin slugs just shoot at us
but when you bust your thang it misses
Uhh, I ain't even much trippin
cause I'm the man where I'm residin
So I'm decidin where I'm residin
so never tolerate domestic violence
I know you'd rather me just relax
and sit back in silence
But I'm the owner, not just a client
so the South is what I stay advertisin

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]
Don't knock the swagger, don't knock the swagger
then turn around and be a swagger-jacker
If you a man then you should be a man
don't walk around without a Adam's apple
We was lookin at it from a distance
but we wasn't trippin cause it had to happen
Styrofoam cup, and a Snapple
and you actin like you been a fan of rappin
If you was hatin or participatin
when you saw us up and never slidin through
You and everybody else that did it
It applied to them and it applied to you
You actin like somebody made you say it
Took your hand and then applied the glue
Turn around and gave the mic to you
and now you end up lookin like a fool
Can't polly us, come follow us
and that's the reason I'm in the lead
The rest of y'all are some bench warmers
and gettin mad cause I'm in the lead
I'm switchin speeds don't get fatigued
Y'all behind the line, y'all chasin me
Y'all finna see my energy
so ya get off my back and let a playa breathe
I won't lie and act like
that I'm the one supportin everythang
Like Southern rappers ain't never lame
like some of these boys don't eff up the game
Most of us do our thang
and the rest of 'em leave my ears in pain
But that's him and he sure ain't me
so don't look at us like we all the same

[Chorus]

[Pimp C]
Uhh, South side candy rider never been a socializer
Flyin high, work grinder, knock your gal you can't find her
She was sittin on butter, hun'ned thousand under her ass
I was workin the wood circle smokin candy mashin on the gas
I can't be you I can't do you, I just do me, if you ain't
been where I been then you cain't, be who I be if you ain't
seen what I seen and you cain't, see what I see
I put the bricks, in the road there was slab on it wasn't free
Been a legend in the South since the year 9-3
"Pocket Full of Stones," menace to society
The hard in the cars, chrome-y fo's, not D's
Now everybody pimpin and they all got keys
Please you work, for UPS
They say they smokin dro but all I keep smellin is cress
I roll with the best, '92 me and Screw in the Lexus
I might not be nothin to you but I'm the {shit} in that Texas

(Welcome to the South...) [echoes]
 
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"What The Business Is"

"What The Business Is"


[Verse 1]
So what if I don't sell a million plus, I still keep a million bucks
In the garage it's a million net worth of trucks
Not any account, just a million, it's not enough
Ten million dollars when you start and start countin up
And while y'all countin and watchin me I'll be probably
Purchasing plenty property just cause I like monopoly
Yeah, Oprah must have adopted me
Top floor, don't a resident stay on top of me
Seems like my hustle is givin me paper cuts
Got it because I keep money beside the nuts
In love with my money when before I just had a crush
Fondled the paper, seen her shape and just had to touch
Chopper with the drum is the defence I bring
Paper comin out of my wallet like I print my green
Like the kid not king, I am Prince Hot-Keem
Bootleggers on it like "The Royal Penis is clean"
And I'm bout to take a trip to America
Wire one million to myself just to stare at a
Whole bunch of money, gettin the pants off a caramel
Chick, she kinda thick but I don't think that I'ma share it no

[Hook]
I'm what the business is, I'm what the business is
I ain't just talkin about it, I'm on my business kid
While they be talkin bout gettin it, I be gettin it
If you ain't out here grindin then mind your business
Don't think your grind can compare to mine
Cause I got toys that'll put yours to shame

[Verse 2]
Cars hahaha... please
Purchase two twins and the plates will say Siamese
Hope you don't reach for the bracelet inside my sleeve
Basketball team, it's a rocket inside the jeans
Ain't even a maybe if a baby would excite ya
Always put a helmet on the head like a biker
Thinkin I'm in the Chrysler, but really I'm in the Viper
Wouldn't call you baby if you was a toddler in a diaper
Thinkin I'm bout to wife her but really I'm bout to wipe her
Out the black book, look, ain't lovin ya, I just like ya
Booshie then I'm known to turn a heifer to a hiker
Every time they see me it's a crowd like a cipher
(Testing, testing) Mic check, one, two
How many cars in my yard? I'll check, one, two
Three, four, five, six, seven, skip eight, nine
If I keep countin we gon' be here for a real long time
It's a real long line, got the grill on shine
Might appear off clock but I am still on grind
Probably show up late but I am still gon' rhyme
Throw my watch on the ground so I'll appear on time
Why would I handcuff her? Nah, I don't really have to
She dark, probably see her on my arm like a tattoo
Got a lot of spots in the US like a map do
Watch and we can catch a flight like a pterodactyl
With my brigade, record industry slave
Couldn't be, I be bossin up, you can see that I'm paid
And my jeans is the same, bout a G of some change
Put my pants on the table and give my pockets some praise
In money we trust, I show my money a lot of love
In love with my money when y'all haters just havin lust
Hand in your pocket, only thing that you have is dust
I'm handlin bidness, mind your bidness or handle up cause...

[Hook]
 
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"What Would You Do"

"What Would You Do"


You are now listening to chamillionaire.com radio

Mixtape Messiah

[Chamillionaire]
What would you do?
If he was hating on you and never to you
He gon' make sure that he don't bump into you
He gon' pretend he don't see and never knew you
And just avoid you
What would you do?
If everythang he was saying wasn't truthful
He gon' pretend that he ain't did nothing to you
See you can love me or hate, whatever suits you
But I'll destroy you, and you know it! Nigga

[Chamillionaire talking]
Nigga knew he had messed up when he put me on his DVD at the front
Nigga put me in the footage like I'm co-signing this nigga running the game
What type of disrespect is that?
I knew you that messed up nigga, caught you red handed with all your feminine ways
Running round, talking all that noise behind my back
and wasn't man enough to say it to my face man
Real type of nigga you is man
Should of known you was that broad ass nigga that everybody was saying you was
What type of hoe ass nigga talk down on his own click
to niggas he ain't even really that cool wit
What type of hoe ass nigga don't say it to a nigga face
And when he see ya he start smiling and shaking hands
A hoe ass nigga, a fraud ass nigga
You gonna have to take it how it hit you nigga
Cause I mean every word that I say on this CD nigga
You know what I'm saying?
Standing on my own two feet like always and I ain't really tripping offa anybody else
Anybody got a problem, speak up now or forever hold your peace
Oh and it will get worse, let me let y'all know I ain't done with this nigga
It's not over yet
Mixtape Messiah 2, Controversy Sells coming soon
 
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"When Ya On"
(feat. Nipsey Hussle)

"When Ya On"
(feat. Nipsey Hussle)



[Chamillionaire]
They only love ya when ya on
They only love ya when ya on
The only other time is when you’re gone
They only love ya when ya on
What goes up come do-ow-own

Welcome to 2011 where everybody’s the realest
Everyone who a midget, sya they do it the biggest
Every part of ya business is everybody business
Got my name all in your mouth
I should have been a dentist
Yeah, everybody done did it
Everybody’s a critic
I’m like “Whatchu talkin’ bout” like everybody’s a Willis
Man, they say they love you when the block on smash
Since they so in love, tell ‘em they can kiss my cash
Wait a minute you don’t like me, Well I don’t like you
These fakers sayin’ that they real but I see right through
The old me, that was the realest person I knew
The new me probably the realest person times two

[Chorus]
So when you feels like it’s everybody for themselves
And the place where ya living isn't far from hell
And they keep tellin’ you “you were born to fail”
And everybody say they real but it’s too hard to tell
So until I die, I’mma always grind
I’mma be ok, I’mma be alright
If they say I fail, that would be a lie
But there ain't no such thing as a tie
They only love ya when ya on

Hold up,
You got to be out ya conscience
They ain't got no sense, that’s why they call it nonesense
How they gon talk about what you never accomplish?
Like they dun done something that's worthy of my responses
Look at the tags, I’m showing ‘em how to stunt G
Candy and papers plates, it looks like I got the munchies
It’s so ironic they couch got money in ‘em
But y’all always on the couch and never get any money
Where’s Cupid, they only love ya till ya next hook
but I don’t check the gossip blogs
I check check books
Ask Lebron they say winning is the best look
Every move I make is right like I ain't got a left foot
To keep it real a record deal couldn’t stop me
I’m bootlegging bullets, you can still get a copy
Lucifer is in a pair of heels in the lobby
I don’t dance with the devil call it trilluminati

[Chorus]
So when you feels like it’s everybody for themselves
And the place where ya living isn't far from hell
And they keep tellin’ you “you were born to fail”
And everybody say they real but it’s too hard to tell
So until I die, I’mma always grind
I’mma be ok, I’mma be alright
If they say I fail, that would be a lie
But there ain't no such thing as a tie
They only love ya when ya on

Northside where ya at
Northside let me know you got my back

They only love ya when ya on

Southside where ya at
Southside, let me know you got my back
Yeah
Eastside where ya at
Eastside my nigga you got my back

They only love ya when ya on
Westside where ya at
Westside let me know you got my back

[Nipsey Hussle]
Look, I’m a get money nigga, on a daily basis
Road to the riches, potholes in the pavements
That's why I follow every rule and regulation
Making rap money off this game I’ve been laced with
Uh, and you can blame it on black sam
Blame it on Crenshaw and Slauson Ave
Fly wit’ bad bitch with a fat ass
Bail money, big pistol and black mag
That’s how we play it, we living with the fast cash
To all my haters, consider this the last laugh
I’ve been the greatest in my city, now I’m past that
It’s all money ascap, broke bitches bag back
Please, Louie notes, Louis back packs
First class seats like a pillow top mattress
Uh, we can’t take it to the casket so I’mma spend these rags
Just to laugh at your reaction

[Chorus]
So when you feels like it’s everybody for themselves
And the place where ya living isn't far from hell
And they keep tellin’ you “you were born to fail”
And everybody say they real but it’s too hard to tell
So until I die, I’mma always grind
I’mma be ok, I’mma be alright
If they say I fail, that would be a lie
But there ain't no such thing as a tie
They only love ya when ya on

I know, I know-ow-ow-ow
They only love ya when ya one
I know, I know-ow-ow-ow
They only love ya when ya one
What goes up, must come down
What goes up, comes down.
What goes up, must come down
What goes up, comes do-ow-oown!
 
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"Who Hotter Than Me"
(feat. Famous)

"Who Hotter Than Me"
(feat. Famous)



[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Who hotter than me?
Who hotter than me?
Who hotter than me? (Chamillitary mayne)
Who hotter than me?
You on the sideline talkin about the King
You just mad cause (I'm not you)
Cause you know it's not you
And you know it's (and not you)
You got to get in the game
You got to get off the sideline before you can talk about me
Chamillitary boy
Hey (hey)

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Who hotter than C (C)? Who not in the streets? (streets)
I'm the landlord of it boy and you out of your lease (lease)
Gorilla for scrilla, watch me swing out of the trees (woo)
These rappers can't see me and you're not in fatigues
Got a lot of haters but I know they all gon' fit (fit)
I got a lot of rental space for haters on my dick
so have a sit (sit), baby my cars is clean (clean)
I pull out blades everyday, I feel like Wolverine
Use Listerine, because they said it's green (green)
If you ain't money, you not my lover like (Billie Jean)
I used to play the side, I used to play the wing
I'm so T.I., today I'm feelin like I'm a "King" (like a King)
I wake up Waco and not a rapper can tie 'em Tyler
No disrespect if you on your hustle, but I am higher (higher)
I'm the Messiah (Messiah), tired of bein humble
In love with green, so I'm a go and get me a jungle
She said 'you think you God, then call yourself Messiah'
But if I told you I was weak, then you'd call me a liar (liar)
Each verse is fire (fire) and you could call me 'siah
You find a rapper that can beat me, promise I'll retire
So cold and raw, that when I do my thang
You open the mixtape up and it's gon' smell like sushi man (sushi man)
Mixtape Messiah, get on the groupie train
It's takin off, if you ain't on it baby, you's a lame

[Break - 2X]
"Boys steady talkin down"
"Boys steady talkin down"
"Back, back, back, back, snatchin the underground"

[Famous - talking behind the Chorus]
Who hotter than me?
Who runnin the streets?
Who runnin the streets nigga?
We runnin the streets
Right back at you niggaz
Naw, it ain't Koopa nigga
Um um
HEY! (HEY)

[Verse 2 - Famous]
Ask who the best, I'll probably say Cham is (Cham is)
Ask me who next, I'll probably say his man is (Famous!)
While you on the internet like a stan is (yep)
I'm gettin Head & Shoulders, no dandruff (ah)
I crawl slow (slow), ask Paul ho (ho)
Who the thoedest from my city? Shit y'all know (know, you know)
A deuce and ten pennies
We take and not askin mic 'excuse me Ben Friendly"
So I don't need a handshake, I don't want a hug (naw)
You's a 'chould of, would of, should of, I was gonna' thug (yeah)
I'm from where everybody probably want a plug (210)
No tracks, but the 'Ton runnin through my blood (ain't even playin)
My buzz spreadin like rumors, cuz (uh huh, keep goin)
That hole growin like tumors, ehh
Them boys played like Puma's
I'm in the league, you got two years left like juniors (woo, haha)
Yeah, it's goin all the way down (all the way)
From A-T-X to the D (D), back to SA town (Waco, 210)
I can't forget the H though (yeah)
Oh you see the bread (bread), now let's break ho (let's go)
Deuce dime, who climb the charts
Like I'm a climb the chart, the rhymin starts
Understand my rhymes are art, you're rhymes apart
Take 'em back and I don't care what your mind had thought (nope)
It's Chamillitary front line (front line), goin for the touchdown (touchdown)
Fourth and some inches, boys knowin that it's punt time (hut, hut)
Yeah the best is what I happen to claim (claim)
And what happened at The Zone, won't happen to Fam' (ah)
I'm click clappin the thing, I'm attached to my chain
Then we hit the AP, my niggaz passin the Jane
Yeah, M-1 (M-1) dog, I'm gunnin the beats (uh huh)
Now tell me y'all, who runnin the streets? Me
 
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"Who I Be"
(feat. Rasaq)

"Who I Be"
(feat. Rasaq)



[Rasaq Talking]
Yeah!, It's Rasaq boy (get throwed)
Color Change independent mayne (get throwed)
Color Changin' Click (get throwed), (get throwed), (get throwed), Yeah nigga!
They don't know who I be

[Chorus - Rasaq]
Who I be?, It's Rasaq fool
Big chrome runnin' shoes
5th wheel behind you, big grill in front of you
Who I be? ??
Color Changin' under you
Silver coat under blue, 22's comin' thru

[Rasaq]
Call me platinum plus
hoppin' out the cadillac bus
In my low tippin' 4's, like I'm gon' off that tus
got tennis shoes under, my drippin' new hummer
Carrots in my mouth, rocks round as a cucumber
The 2004, color changin' on the doors
Trunk bang and glow like I'm bangin' on ya door
Dripped up and down, leather on my spine
Candy Brougham, look like 2 cars combined
Plasma screens showin' from the front and behind
Headrest, dashboard, I'ma pull us around
The boys on the streets say Rasaq is the answer
Cuz the candy Roadmaster, look like a jolly rancher
If I was you, I'd be hatin' me too
cuz I'm sittin' sideways like a playstation 2
Vacation for 2, off the lake in Peru
girls ridin' P.P., private planes when they flew
When they, acheww! excuse me, I had to sneeze
Cuz after the breeze is my allergies
Rims blowin' in the wind, I'm sittin' as throw'd as him
Totin' a toast up in the butter that I'm posted in
I'ma plastic surgeon, I'm changin' myself a skin
When the beef is open, all you see is a cobra trim
I take that back, all you see is a gold grin
Big grown men in my mouth when it's frozen
When I ride slab I let the U.S. know
They mistake the foreign for a U.F.O
I never seen that before, my lac is low
Neons on the back 'll glow, that's fa'sho
They call my 4-do the Oprah show
Look in the seats man it's mostly hoes
Squatin' low on 4's, mostly vogues
I'ma slow poke, with spokes and bo's
When I come down, trunk open close
Woman on my hood, posin' dough
Do-bands on my door just to hold the fold
I'ma hog lanes like I stole the road

[Chorus - Rasaq]
Who I be?, It's Rasaq fool
Big chrome runnin' shoes
5th wheel behind you, big grill in front of you
Who I be? ??
Color Changin' under you
Silver coat under blue, 22's comin' thru
 
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