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Chamillionaire - Chamillitary - Put You On The Game
Chamillitary
01. Intro
02. Shyne On
03. I’m a Hustler
04. You’ll Know
05. Phone Skit
06. Still In Love Wit My D’
07. You Ain’t Heard Bout’
08. Amazing
09. Phone Skit 2
10. Victory
11. Lets Go
12. Hoggin Da Game
13. Roll Wit Me
14. Don’t Love This Game
15. Put You On The Game
16. I Wish
17. Interlude
18. Get Outta Here
19. Phone Skit 3
I'm the truest to do it
I'm the truest to do it
I'm the truest to do it
I'm the truest to do it
I'm the truest to do it
I'm the truest to do it
I'm the truest to do it
I'm the truest to do it
I'm the truest to do it
I'm the truest to do it

Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head, go 'head
Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head, go 'head
Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head, go 'head
Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head, go 'head

A Texas legend with the most lyrical style
Single hook and spit ain't always 'bout a freestyle
We don't try to be pals
Don't wanna holler at me now
You should write a book and call it "How to Be Down"
They askin' why do we clown
'Cause I'm the truth, I look in the mirror and say thank you
For being the only rapper that'll admit you ain't a gangsta

I know you gon' love how vivid the picture is I paint ya
You feelin' like you a realer nigga than me in your heart, ain't ya?

I tried to warn 'em but I kept gettin' the cold shoulder
They thinkin' they flows colder, too late they got rolled over
You Destiny's Child now, you feelin' it, no soldier
My nigga, you no Hova, you really got no flow, bruh
For pumpin' that plastic crack out of my trunk
And not jumpin' when the majors tell me to jump
Let it bump
Yeah, I'm valedictorian, nigga, I never flunk
Askin' Kush or pussy-ass niggas get punked

I was with the house but I wasn't feelin' the vibe
You can interview me, I ain't got nothin' to hide

Transaction denied
I'm a flamethrower, why do these suckers get fried?
When they ask him 'bout me, he must've replied

You gotta love me, nigga, I swallowed my pride
Them records was dissin' me but I let dudes slide
I might let you slide
Watch yourself or we gon' have to collide
And that's the last warning then I'll rewrite

Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head, go 'head
Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head, go 'head
Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head, go 'head
Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head, go 'head

Society said I'm a menace but it isn't 'cause I'm O-Dog
It's because my froze jaws got your vision throwed off
Show you how a pro flows when I go to the dentist
Before I finish the sentence they askin' how much did them hoes cost
I spit on Paul Wall 'cause you know you so soft
Friendly ass teddy bear, step up and get broke off
You a bopper, why you ridin' niggas' dicks?

How you a chick magnet? You no different from a bitch
Midsider, dick rider, you a North or Southsider

You a dick sucker, partner, open up your mouth wider
We could go toe to toe one on one with no gun
Put your head in your ass 'til you're lookin' at the sun
You used to read the Bible, tryna give a nigga hugs
Only punch me from behind when you jump me in the club
Not a scratch, not a scar, not a cut, not a smudge
Nigga used to go to church, now you wanna be a thug
You went from Gulf Bank to 4-4 to 5-9 South Lee
Tryna fit in so you grill and show your mouthpiece

It's RZA, boy
You know my brother told me to chill out
But you way too fake for all that, boy
You know, I see you by yourself
And you ain't tryna do nothin', you know what I'm sayin'?

I see you in the club and you tryna jump me, you know what I'm sayin'?
With 'bout five other dudes with your boys
Or whatever, you know what I'm sayin'?
So the funny thing about that is
This fool was only punchin' me in the back like a
Little gal or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'?
And you been shootin' too many slugs, boy
I hear you, you know what I'm sayin'?
So you ain't shootin' no more slugs this way
Without takin' no charge back, you feel me?

Now you wanna be a G
Now you wanna sip the bar and blow the dro
And you was a grown man in your twenties
Wearin' SpongeBob watches from Burger King
I seen you in the source, man, don't try to front like you wasn't
And all y'all old fans, y'all know
This boy was rappin' 'bout Gucci tampons and
Diamonds in his boogers, you know what I'm sayin'?

And finally you a G

Used to claim the Northside, now you
Talkin' 'bout you on 5-9 in South Lee
No disrespect to South Lee, you know what I'm sayin'?
But Paul Wall, you a perpetrator
You ain't from there