[Chamillionaire] Aay! Houston Texas, Houston Texas Chamillionaire, the Mixtape Messiah I feel like niggas need to show some respect off in here mayne Tell 'em the name, tell 'em the name, Chamillitary Mayne
[Chorus: Chamillionaire] I hear ya talking that talk (that talk), I heard you was talking bout me (bout me) Soon as I ask who you talking to, you reply with "naw it's not me" (not me) No bite but all of that barking, cow-mad that y'all ain't got me They ain't keeping it real like they talking, pussy niggas is all that I see
[Chamillionaire] You could be hungry, ugly, chubby, homeless, crippled and blind And still be better off than niggas talking lip to a nine I hit that track wit David Banner, talk that lip to me now Pussy niggas like to hide, pop up on 'em, surprise Tired of letting niggas ride, gave 'em too many times I'm sick of trying, sick of uuh, flipping and flying Now they got me yelling out what like a skit from Jon Chamillitary ain't gon' ride? Y'all need to quit ya lying Cause ya know that ya falsifying, niggas know they can't stop the giant It just shows that'll stop the crying, move over the spot is mine Take over it's about the time, to put all these boys in line Couldn't walk a inch in my shoes but you know can drop and tie 'em
[Chorus]
[David Banner] If it jumps off, it jumps off, let the front of the pumps off Something that'll knock ya fucking lump off Think I'm 'Bama? Think I'm country? Well I am bitch And I got bullets I can share and I ain't selfish Dirty boy I got just what you need Them slugs that'll fly through trees and knock off knees Knock off ears, knock off peers Got beats that'll knock by-see-ers, roll but get the throat cut Catch a buck fifth, watch yo chest lift Dope rhymes, cause the small lines take a sniff Bitch I'm tryna make ya nose bleed Like Russians busting the shit out of Apollo Creed, I'ma ride!
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire] Yeah, better respect the Messiah, ay where the hell is ya manners man? Knock ya offa ya hinges like you got hit wit a batter-ram You'll be stupid for challenging, knock ya outa ya skeleton You'll be down on the floor like a Lil Flip or a Banner fan The hustle man, I hustle a grand like dude in Atlanta Then what I do wit it? Flip it, kinda like that dude that he mad at The talking stops when a rocket is sending you out the planet You'll be just Timber in a Lake like that dude feeling Janet That could get you shot or damaged, I bet that you cry or panic That could get you cut, beat the hell up, then goodbye, you vanish Put your feet on the concrete, I hope that you got 'em planted Now stand flat, so I can BLAT! Make you loose all your balance, Koopa
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Copy to Clipboard: [Chamillionaire] Aay! Houston Texas, Houston Texas Chamillionaire, the Mixtape Messiah I feel like niggas need to show some respect off in here mayne Tell 'em the name, tell 'em the name, Chamillitary Mayne
[Chorus: Chamillionaire] I hear ya talking that talk (that talk), I heard you was talking bout me (bout me) Soon as I ask who you talking to, you reply with "naw it's not me" (not me) No bite but all of that barking, cow-mad that y'all ain't got me They ain't keeping it real like they talking, pussy niggas is all that I see
[Chamillionaire] You could be hungry, ugly, chubby, homeless, crippled and blind And still be better off than niggas talking lip to a nine I hit that track wit David Banner, talk that lip to me now Pussy niggas like to hide, pop up on 'em, surprise Tired of letting niggas ride, gave 'em too many times I'm sick of trying, sick of uuh, flipping and flying Now they got me yelling out what like a skit from Jon Chamillitary ain't gon' ride? Y'all need to quit ya lying Cause ya know that ya falsifying, niggas know they can't stop the giant It just shows that'll stop the crying, move over the spot is mine Take over it's about the time, to put all these boys in line Couldn't walk a inch in my shoes but you know can drop and tie 'em
[Chorus]
[David Banner] If it jumps off, it jumps off, let the front of the pumps off Something that'll knock ya fucking lump off Think I'm 'Bama? Think I'm country? Well I am bitch And I got bullets I can share and I ain't selfish Dirty boy I got just what you need Them slugs that'll fly through trees and knock off knees Knock off ears, knock off peers Got beats that'll knock by-see-ers, roll but get the throat cut Catch a buck fifth, watch yo chest lift Dope rhymes, cause the small lines take a sniff Bitch I'm tryna make ya nose bleed Like Russians busting the shit out of Apollo Creed, I'ma ride!
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire] Yeah, better respect the Messiah, ay where the hell is ya manners man? Knock ya offa ya hinges like you got hit wit a batter-ram You'll be stupid for challenging, knock ya outa ya skeleton You'll be down on the floor like a Lil Flip or a Banner fan The hustle man, I hustle a grand like dude in Atlanta Then what I do wit it? Flip it, kinda like that dude that he mad at The talking stops when a rocket is sending you out the planet You'll be just Timber in a Lake like that dude feeling Janet That could get you shot or damaged, I bet that you cry or panic That could get you cut, beat the hell up, then goodbye, you vanish Put your feet on the concrete, I hope that you got 'em planted Now stand flat, so I can BLAT! Make you loose all your balance, Koopa
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