Chamillionaire

[fox69]

"City Lights"

"City Lights"


[Chorus - Pimp C sample - 2X]
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

[Chamillionaire talking over Chorus]
Okay, yeah, hold up
King Koopa baby
Still slidin, uh
Under city baby
Uh

[Verse - Chamillionaire]
They said you can't take money with you, so it ain't no need to save it
I'm burnin Ben Franklin like he asked to be cremated
Don't congratulate it, if you hate it before I made it
While you haters was born, so it's a happy belated
Wonder why I'm here, I saw a trail and then I blazed it
Good at what I do 'cause every move is calculated
Learn to watch my cash if any chick that I done dated
Those who tried to play me look at my life in amazement
Look up to the Lord and I pray to stay as real as me
'Cause all the rest don't keep it real, forever R.I.P. to C
How many times that they told me they was gonna get at me?
Bet it never happened just like Magic Johnson's HIV
Your girl remindin me of Carlton tryin to do that dance
"Jump on it, jump on it", what ya girl do when she zip my pants
First I flip my mixtape grands, then I got a big advance
Then I made that Caddy dance (tore up, I-I got tore up) and they like "mannn!" (mannn)
Hold up

[Chorus]

(Mixtape Mechanic ...)

 

[fox69]

"Cloud 9"

"Cloud 9"


Coming down clean, like I'm coasting on cloud nine
Cloud nine, I ride so clean
Hol' up, some people don't like me, must be cause I'm riding so clean
Like I'm coasting on cloud nine, cloud nine, I ride so clean
Hol' up, some people don't like me, must be cause I'm riding so clean
Like I'm coasting on cloud nine, cloud nine, I ride so clean

[Verse 1:]
I know, I'm a master at chick removal, but I never trick cause I'm living frugal
You a boss that ain't got a boss then these bossy people don't get to boo you
See it's normally business as usual, never needed no one's approval
But it ain't under they information, want that they need to take a trip to Google
Pick her up, now your boo is missing
Tellin' me I'm her new addiction
Ladies lovin' my old school
Got me feelin' like New Edition
Maybe I should go buy another one just so I can have a new addition
I would let em all count em up but ya'll know my haters never knew addition
I ain't into no superstition
I'm just into new coupes with stitchin'
No degree but you'll notice we,
Done spent more today than your school admission
Got the money then ladies came and they'd swear to God that I'd lose my vision
But that's somethin' you'll never see, like a Hindu Muslim and Jewish Christian

[Verse 2:]
You got gossip talk you can't wait to text
I got contracts I can't wait to fax
That's why I got her so steamy, she should jump in my pool and go take some laps
Taught you losers how to get the chips
These losers like, "I can't relate to that"
If you would have listened when I taught you that,
Then you mental midgets would have made the stacks
Just admit it, you were born a hater
If you're tryna say that I shouldn't have it
I'm ridin' spokes and if you're not a broke
And not takin' notes then get a basic tablet
Got her sittin' on special fabric
She lookin' like she just left a pageant
She in the whip inspectin' gadgets
While you watchin' us like Inspector Gadget
Don't hold your breath, because I know you're waitin'
The city's somethin' I'm overtakin'
Captain Save Hers go call the pigs but I dissapear before they get the bacon
Not a hero, you're so mistaken
If you're Superman then just throw your cape in
Cause the villain's back and I'm given that young multi-millionaire motivation

 

[fox69]

"Come Back To The Streets"

"Come Back To The Streets"


[Intro]
Come back to the street (yeah) come back to the street (yeah)
Come back to, come back to, come back to the street (Chamillionaire)

[Interlude]
Th-th-they callin me, c-come back to the street (they keep sayin my name)
They-they callin me, they-they callin me (they keep sayin my name)
Th-th-they callin me, come back to the street (they keep sayin my naaaaame)
They-they callin me, they-they callin me

[Chamillionaire – over interlude]
Even when I'm not there I'm there like air
Flesh off the plane from Spain and uhh
Back reclaim the rap game is yours truly
C'mon say it with me, Chamillitary mayne

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
You should worry 'bout you while you worry 'bout me
At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be
I got the streets on lock and I'm insertin my key
Come back to the streets, come back to the streets

[Chamillionaire]
Yeah! Hold up
I got the game on smash (uhh)
Uhh

Had to make a couple trips up to the islands now I'm internationally known
Had to make another switch (switch) my bravado got the international phone
Had to add a little bit (bit) to the rider;
first class how I asked to be flown
And they kept ca-allin me tellin me, "Get back in your zone"
These boys is cartoon characters, too much imagination
It's a little too much animation
callin me cause they know Cham can erase 'em
Traveled all over the world, and my experience is
that y'all experience less, y'all ain't experience shit
Yeah, I grabbed the Grammy I'm holdin one
Got plenty stripes, way more than some
Hush your mouthpiece hold your tongue
No obstacle could ever slow my run
When it come to rappin I'm the coldest one
Put my hand in the air and I froze the sun
Platinum plaque and not a golden one
Then I look at y'all like, "I told ya, uhh!"
Been a boss, when them cars
pull up I bet you that men'll pause
Yeah men-o-pause like women drawers
I bet ya I'll show you how to kill that noise
Phantom of the Opera passin by ya copper
in the new Phantom, phantom is a dropper
Cash I got a lot, ya mad cause you are not
the talk up in the streets and mad cause you are not, uhh
They say it's got to be street - they say it's got to be street
They say it's got to be street - don't go commercial Koopa
it's got to be street
The major label ain't the only thing +Universal+ about me
Come back to the streets (uhh) come back to the streets
Them gimmick rappers they focus, most of these jokers is jokers
But I don't even play poker, pullin down your cheesy lookin posters
They look up to me like a bird, I look down on them like the curb
My movement lookin like it's movin, your movement look like a ERRRT!

[Interlude]

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]
Yeah, yeah
Life I live is just like a movie
I'm a corporation they tryin to sue me
Phony people be tryin to glue me
to they side and try stick it to me
Lucky for me that I got the toolie
Not Black & Decker but it's black I'll bet ya
Stay in the streets, do that for pleasure
So much paper they ask to measure
When the ruler of stackin moolah is speakin to ya don't interrupt
Middle finger up on the ceilin, somebody gon' eff you up
Don't let the black tux fool you cause I am not the one
I come out the suit like, Clark Kent to make sure you're done
Rappers ain't real rappers, they fakers and fronters
They Caucasian in the winter then turn Jamaican in the summer
Flippin with pimp man that straw in ya
you know they ain't just some gunners
Personal trainers that'll bring a couple thangs and make you a +Runner+
Kinda like the producers that made this track (track)
We producin some major stacks (stacks)
And you losers need to face the facts
Put up your deuces the ace is back
Take out the rappers you think are wack
Put Chamillitary in place of that
Watch I'ma race in and take the plaques
then I unloosen a case of BLAP, BLAP!

 

[fox69]

"Coming Down Candy"

"Coming Down Candy"


[Chorus - Bun B sample (Chamillionaire)]
Comin down candy, comin, comin down candy
I'm comin down candy
(I'm leanin on a switch)
I'm comin down candy, comin, comin down candy
I'm comin down candy
(I'm leanin on a switch)

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Hold up, I'm comin down candy (yeah), leanin on a switch (hold up)
I'm pullin up on vogues in my '84 Biarritz (hold up)
I'm slow, loud and bangin, swangin to the bricks (yeah)
My burner phone rangin, my celly got a chip (hold up)
I got the fiends beggin, tryin to get a fix (yeah)
They know I got that crack 'cause every mixtape is legit (hold up)
The police keep starin, they all up in my mix (yeah)
And underneath my seat I got a couple hollow tips (hold up)
Swangers twistin on that 'lac, got some chickens in the back
Where your Misses at? She missin 'cause she sittin on my lap
Swangers wouldn't fit but I know a way they will adapt
Ain't no trippin, if he trippin, then he fixin to get slapped
Popped up, truck wavin, catch me misbehavin
Not Kanye West but she tell me that I'm so (Amazing)
If he talkin down, I bet a black eye what I gave 'em
Then I rolled off on 'em with a set of 15's bangin

[Chorus - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Creepin' (Solo)"
(feat. Ludacris)

"Creepin' (Solo)"
(feat. Ludacris)



Venom

[Chorus:]
In the streets I'm peepin game
I cant trust you, no no
All up in my biness mayne
I stay on the low low
Say they really really fake
Cant mess wit you no more
Closest people to you hate
So I be rolling solo
I'm creeping on the low low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling, I be rolling solo
I'm creeping on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling, I be rolling solo
I'm creeping on the low

More money yeah more problems
What biggy said it look like it true
Used to be my homeboy
But now I'm payed so they tryna sue
My garage got jaguars
My garage look like a zoo
Middle finger up for the haters
Hope the hater here isn't you
Super cool, that's real cool
You can feel like you gotta friend
But I ain't trusting my money counter
And that's the reason I count again
You saw the forbes (yeah)
I'm suspicious
Thinking everybody wanna take my riches
Cant take my money out my account
Cos my bank teller get motion sickness
Back and forth, b-back and forth
From in the streets or right back in court
Candy car built like a tank
And my crib built like a fort
Lets go to war
I ain't George bush
I promise ya'll I'm gonna be prepared
Cos I ain't trusting my weapon either
And that's the reason I keep a spare

[Chorus]

I ain't hanging with none of ya'll
OutKast like three thou
Win the Grammy thing
Guard the family
And all of you gonna leave out
If you don't like it then peace out
Look around and I see doubt
I been known to get to the presidents
Like barack is on speed dial
Yeah its all about me now
Don't want ya and don't need ya
You don't grind and get to the money
And you ain't hungry I wont feed ya
I ain't hanging with no hater
No faker
No diva
I knew it big and they say they did
And tryna take my credit like stole visa
If its lonely at the top (top)
Id rather be alone
Cos the closest people to ya
The ones who gonna do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a broad
I promise that I will lose no sleep
Cos jenny crank can be your freak
But my bank account gonna stay obese

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I be, creeping lower than low
Light another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, locking, never provoke him
And a drunk will get popped and ill open the do
Lungs full of smoke
That means slower than slow
Feel like I'm trapped and theres nowhere to go
So i, just pull out the bazooka (blah)
Put a fucking hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope with the flow
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla ??
How much would a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck wood
Gripping on the wheel
Turn it turn it
Blow another stack
I earned it earned it
Blow another ??
Pull another tram
Light another blunt
Burn it burn it
Flame it up
Hear my flow, I changed it up
Everybody grab your gats
And hold em, load, sock em, lock em, cock em
And aim it up
Bang it up
Off in the sky
Catch me rolling off in the ride
26 inches
Leave em defenceless
45 always tucked in the side
Open your eyes
See me cruising
Cos I keep winning and these boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the year
Players is hating and hos is choosing
Look at all the hos you losing
Then look at all the game I got
And you can catch me creeping on the low low
Luda riding solo, beating the block!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Creepin' Solo (Remix)"
(feat. Ludacris, The Game)

"Creepin' Solo (Remix)"
(feat. Ludacris, The Game)



[Chorus]
In the streets, I'm peepin' game
I can't trust you, no no
All up in my business, mayne
I stay on the low-low
Say they really, really fake
Can't mess wit' you no mo'
Closest people to you hate
So I be rollin' solo
I'm creepin' on the low-low
Creepin' on the low-low
Creepin on the low-low
I be rollin', I be rollin' solo
I'm creepin' on the low
Creepin' on the low-low
Creepin' on the low-low
I be rollin', I be rollin' solo
I'm creepin' on the low

[Chamillionaire]
I came in the game with a bang
And I did it all with no cosigner
I be bragging like I'm the best
Like Professor X is my ghost writer
Read your mind slum dog Chamillionaire
But I couldn't accept the oscar
I ain't never been a actor
Plus they wouldn't let me in the spot with my chopper
[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me
All the ganstas is on the net
And all the nerds claim that they in the streets
Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language
Get up off of my ickday cuz I'm legendary I've been famous
Hispanics like adios and the Japanese is like saiyonara
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here when you gone tomorra
I'll be back that's termination
Extermination you don't exist
I'll show I'm it and you know I'm pissed
Tick tick boom and you got a hole in your ears
If you knew my past and you knew my cash
I'm better stacked that you never diss
The villian's back and venom black
When I click clack I will never miss
I can't lose before I do
You coming too so tell em this
I put lipstick on my hollow tip
I put it in a clip and then blow a kiss

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Trapper turned rapper dapper then damn
who the fuck you think it is
Ridin up in the benz
Totin two twins
Racktop in the wind
24 inch rims
From the west side west side it's him
East side I'm stumblin in timbs
Down south keep a chrome mouth
sippin on sizzurp with a chrome mouth
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, renagade like castro
Any hood it's all good fuckin with my cash flow
Desert eagle give a nigga what he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta ride dolo
Burst taped under the red and black bolo
Liquored up fill your cup
Been a paper boy since jigga what
Luda Chamilitary and the Shooter
Tires burning rubber til they bald like buda
Platinum plaque back to back
Nigga got a ball nigga never go soft
Never fall off never not be rich
Blacked out benz with the baseball stitch
They clutchin they lovin
The way that we thuggin
I'm back on my grind
They hatin but fuck em

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I be, creeping lower than low
Light another blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', never provoke him
And a drunk'll get popped and I'll open the do'
Lungs full of smoke
That means slower than slow
Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just pull out the bazooka (blah)
Put a fuckin' hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope wit' the flow
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good
How much wood could a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck wood
Grain grippin' on the wheel
Turn it, turn it
Blow another stack
I earned it, earned it
Blow another amp
Pull another tramp
Light another blunt
Burn it, burn it
Flame it up, hear my flow, I changed it up
Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em, load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, cock 'em and aim it up
Bang it up, off in the sky
Catch me rollin' off in the ride
26 inches
Leave 'em defenseless
45 always tucked in the side
Open your eyes, see me cruisin'
'cuz I keep winning and these boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the year
Playas is hatin' and hoes is choosing
Look at all the hoes you losing
Then look at all the game I got
And you can catch me creepin' on the low-low
Luda ridin' solo, beatin' the block!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Day Dream"

"Day Dream"


[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Time [alarm ringing]
I dream to have (C.R.E.A.M.)
They tell me (Cash Rules Everything) (thing)
First I'm a get a scheme, then I'm get some green
'Cause nothin comes to a dreamer but a dream

[Chorus - Sample from "Daydream in Blue" by I Monster (Chamillionaire)]
Day dream (day dream)
I fell asleep amid the flowers (I had the money and the power)
For a couple of hours (for a couple of hours)
On a beautiful day (and didn't wanna OA)

Day dream (day dream)
I dream of you amid the flowers (I had the money and the power)
For a couple of hours (for a couple of hours)
Such a beautiful day (and didn't wanna OA)

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Hold up, put in your offer in, the mixtape God's stoppin in
Bootleggers used to be beggars, now they nonprofitin
Sold a million mixtapes to every Mom and Pop and then
I sold (A Milli) to every single Mom and Pop again (woo!)
They askin why he never bring the hardtop with him
They sayin that "money talks", then why are y'all talkin then?
Got the six car garage where my cars park and then
I'm switchin 'em all around, I call it cross-marketing
'Cause a label didn't do it, so I did it on my own
You say you should be yourself, your label tell you that ya wrong
Should of known (known), I'm takin another trip to the 'Tone
'Cause they loved you in the past and they still loved you when ya grown
Blown, look at my cover, can't even hide (why?)
Not even with the word "Gucci" coverin my eyes
Tellin lies (lies), they told you that Texas would never rise
Then it rised but now they just ready for it's demise (but surprise)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Dead Presidents"

"Dead Presidents"


[Sample from "Foe Tha Love Of $" by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - w/ ad libs]
For the love of money [3X]

[Beat changes to instrumental of Jay-Z's "Dead Presidents"]

[Chorus - Sample from "The World Is Yours" by Nas {Chamillionaire}]
Presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Check it, that's why I put no people under my wing
Welcome rain but still wonder what the thunder might bring
I already did my thing, I will forever be king
Take a look inside my pockets, such a devilish thing
They say that money's the root, a tree's growin out of my pocket
I pull a branch off it and try my best not to drop it (why?)
'Cause gold diggers watch and I like to call it boppin
And I am not a Simpson/simp son but rest in peace to Cochran (Amen)
You're rich man, they tell me this how it 'sposed to feel
Haters try to hinder the hustle before I close the deal (fo' real)
But it's off with your head homie, you know the drill
Hang your body up from a ceiling and call it overkill (woo)
Chamilli, I am the Alpha and Omega
Stoppin me is like winter in Denver with humid weather
Never, ever, ever, your head it could get severed (yeah)
I got these haters sick, it'd be better to get better
How do you possibly think you're reachin as high after me?
Three times quicker, just call me the triathlete
It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (what?)
It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (okay)
They spend their life to prove their realness to half a street
Already lived your entire life in a half a week
Destiny lookin fine, so I just smack a cheek
And even when I'm not even tryin, another can't compete, yeah

[Chorus 2 - Sample from "The World Is Yours" by Nas {Chamillionaire} - 2X]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Before I had a million, I talked a million into existence
They say it pays off, well thank you to my persistence (you welcome)
Look at the vehicle to see how well I lived it
I keep a elbow on the rim like I was Vincent (Carter)
Too bad you missed it, a decade already passed
Already got everything that they said that I couldn't have (couldn't have)
And now I don't even want it, look at it like it's trash
One man's trash is another's treasure, so get a bag
Apologies for all of the materialism
But all the times that I didn't do it is when they didn't listen (listen)
So now I sit and vision, times when my wrists didn't glisten
Like I just want to go back but who the heck I'm kiddin? (woo)
'Cause if I did that, then you would never get mad
I'd be tryin to get back to where I am in this rap
So I just try to get cash and be done with the riff-raff
And I swear a slut could never, ever get half (haha)

[Chorus 2]

 

[fox69]

"Deep Off"
(feat. Bun B, The MddlFngz)

"Deep Off"
(feat. Bun B, The MddlFngz)



[Intro - People - talking]
"Hey man, what's wrong with you?"
"Fuck you lookin at nigga?"
"I'm still tryin to find out nigga!"
"Hold up, hold up, oh, we got a problem here?"
"We got a problem here, we got a problem nigga?"

[gun shots]

[Verse 1 - Bun B]
It's the return of the trill niggaz, hide your stash (stash)
We dressed in all black and got the hood on smash (smash)
I Roc ya like Dame Dash (Dash), one shot, one kill [gun shot]
Ask anybody (body) and they gon' tell ya Bun real (Southern Smoke)
It's a done deal when I pull up on ya
Calico get unleashed [gun shots], niggaz clearin the corner
Perfect to me and ten (me and ten), we movin much weight
And this one for Pimp in a penitentiary upstate
Damn, come on Bun, wait
Naw nigga, this one dedicated to Pimp in a penitentiary upstate
'Til he come home, in his name we ballin
We never forget the homies on lock or the fallen
Band I.T., Young 'lo and Bad Azz Bam
Sean Wee and Big Munst' and we ain't givin a damn
If you need a kilogram, two, three or a dozen
Come on down to Texas, holla at your country cousin

[Chorus - Bun B]
I can show you how to get stains, how to flip 'caine
Show you how to grip grain, how to grip stains
Bitch we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game)
Bitch we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game)

We be creepin in your backdoors, cockin back fours
Show you how to mack hoes, slammin 'lac doors
Bitch we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game)
Bitch we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game)
Already

[Verse 2 - Young Kilo]
Yeah, I learned how to shoot a MAC-10 'fore I turned 12
Hot shells burn, black skin turn pale
You out to get mail?
I show you boys how to sell yay and how to tell what it weigh without a scale
Motel 6, hard blow sell quick
And I ain't gon' sell shit
You'll sell nicks and dimes, twenties, even three dollar club sacks
Buy y'all private, guaranteed to come back

[Verse 3 - Bad Azz Bam]
I, turn sand into rocks with soda
No wrist, just a fog tryin to rock your quota
Microwave on top of the stove, these hands is cold
I, stretch the books, see how much water it hold
Most niggaz think the water should be cold
Really hot, keep it warm 'til the finishing lot
Not cold nigga, listen and watch
We takin bricks on the road, try to form your spot, nigga

[Verse 4 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah (Southern Smoke), you don't hear how we gettin it, then you gettin in the way
I'm gettin rich, niggaz gettin pissed, cause most pussy niggaz play
We can let that metal settle differences [gun cocked], let a clip set a date
Point guard position, I'm assistin it, so an opponent better pray
Of my environ-ment, yeah it's the Messiah
So close to the truth than you, that your fiction cannot deny a
Real nigga from gettin higher
Don't believe me than check my prior
Record, I said I'm on fire
Your "poof" like your time expired, liar, haha

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Denzel Washington"
(feat. Z-Ro)

"Denzel Washington"
(feat. Z-Ro)



[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Money, power and fame like - Denzel Washington, yeah
(Hey!, hey!, hey!)

[Female Voice]
(Chamillitary mayne)

[Chorus - Chamillionaire (Z-Ro) {Both}]
Don't try to knock the hustle 'cause ya just wastin ya time
I'm cooler than Denzel Washington with mine
I know I'm a playa, (I know I'm a playa)
{I know I'm a money makin playa, so playa}
(Don't try to knock the hustle 'cause ya just wastin ya time
I'm cooler than Denzel Washington with mine)
I know I'm a playa
(I know I'm a playa)
{I know I'm playa so you haters, you're just wastin ya time}

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
I keep the wallet with the wads, so I'm ridin with the noise
Plus the clip is fully loaded as the inside of my garage (cars)
Look at all my broads, if you tryin to see the stars
Find me and you gon' feel like you done found ya way to Mars
Keep the paper punctuated (hey!), yeah that's the new philosophy
A G I gotta be, on top of that like an apostrophe
Fame must of got to me (hey!), confidence is got to be
I autograph myself, write a check and make it out to me
Beggers can't be choosers (choosers), go and get a ruler
Chain extra long like Wilt Chamberlain's my jeweler (hey!)
Other known as Koopa, ain't nobody cooler
Brain is her thing then she'd love to be my tutor (hey!)
She lovin my cologne, huh, recognize the odor
Must've smelled money, Ben Franklin's what I told her (hey!)
Pistol I'm a tote a, big swangers on my Rota
So they talkin about my money in the city like promoters, hold up

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Z-Ro (Chamillionaire) {Both}]
I'm a thug, so my criminal record ain't clean
(The record ain't clean, clean)
That's why I'm paranoid around police
(Lookin out for the police)
I'm a superstar but I'm still street
(You know we gonna keep it street, street)
I got the gun under my seat, so don't agitate me
In the blink of an e-y-e, you will become a memory, mayne
I will never have my gun on safety
'Cause I've been feelin the strangest feeling lately
(Chasin money, you know them haters hate it)
The 300 is cool but I want Mercedes
It ain't nothin fraudulent about me
Five Deuce Hoover C-R-I-P
(And can't no woman get no money out of me)
Unless it's Grandma, Dottie or Auntie
I still represent S.U.C.
(And I'm a hold it down for Chamillitary)
When I meet up with 2Pac and Pimp C
{And when I'm gone they gon' still remember me}

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[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
If you knew what I knew then you would know what's in my bank account
And you would know why those that talk too much and me ain't hangin out
Rats be runnin in traps and I ain't hangin around with Danger Mouse
Walkin into Forbes, could of swore I heard my name announced
Ain't talkin about no dough but wonderin why I'm so rude to you
I only talk that (dollar), talk that (digit), talk that (numeral)
Chill with all the gossipin, it's business as usual
Ben Franklin passed away and I was present at the funeral
You breakin in my house? Dog I hope that what you ain't about
I keep a Mike Vick, so I hope you good at breakin out
Breakin in my vault? Naw, I hope this heater make you doubt
I got the right to think that I'm the best because I paid the cost

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