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[Chamillionaire + (Female)]
This for the streets (Nah this for the radio) [3X]
Well it’s for radio then just keep it street (Well go on do it then!)

[Chamillionaire]
Nah that ain’t a problem at all my man
Got a lot of rubber bands, time to count up all my grands
Well go on do it then – put a ninth caller in
Now we got a lot of jams, we gon’ play a lot of Cham
Well go on do it then – she can say she is not a fan
Tell me she ain’t got a man, plus she got a lot of damn!
.. And she love how the Impala can
change a bunch of colors like you lookin at a hologram
.. She wanna ride off on 24′s
Butterfly do’s raise up, she feelin so..
special and she like my music better slow
Tell me that I’m fin’ to blow, I reply to her “I know!”
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[Intro]
Gun cocking, shots fired.

[Chamillionaire]
The sound of revenge, haha.
Woo, tell em what it is mayne (tell em what it is).

[Pastor Troy]
Welcome to the New World Order.
Atlanta, Georgia.
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[Bun B (Chorus)]
This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas
North side,South side,chunk ya deuce up
This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas
East side,West side,chunk ya deuce up
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[Chorus]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I’m swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
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[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
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[Intro]
This, is, the-the sound of revenge [repeat 2X]
You in the presence of the finest
Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets
Let’s give ‘em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk)
At this point you should be turnin your speakers up
Turn your speakers up – Chamillionaire man!
Let it bump, it’s a southern thing
Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk)
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, a lightning bolt strikes in the air, yeah, finally it’s here
Cause y’all are the judge, the day of judgement finally is near
In your eye I see a tear, and it’s remindin me of fear
Rap’s been dead so long, so stop denyin what you feel
Dis payback for the fact that y’all ain’t tryin to keep it real
Grim reaper that we call Revenge right beside ya in your ear
He’s saying your time expired, time is finally due it’s clear
Not sober mind is a weak mind and he’s buyin you a beer – ha ha ha
Cheers… time for a toast (your heart’s beatin, your heart’s beatin)
To the haters that hate you the most (your heart’s beatin)
And the friends that pretend to be your folks (your heart’s beatin)
This is what revenge sounds like (your heart’s beatin, your heart’s beatin)
I hear your heart beatin, keep runnin your mouth, yeah
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“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
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“Still Tippin’”
(feat. Slim Thug)

[Slim Thug - Hook - 4x]
Still Tippin’ on four fours, wrapped in fo-fours
Tippin’ four hoes, and I’m packin’ four fours (Hanh!)
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“Tippin’ Slow”
(feat. Rasaq)

[Chorus - Rasaq]
I’m tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow
tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow
tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow
tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow, tippin’ slow
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“Platinum Stars”
(feat. Bun B, Lil’ Flip)

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
-Uh, Lil’ Flip
I’m hoppin’ out in a fendi suit
I got DVD’s in my bentley coupe
I got hoes that’s 22
they buy me clothes and tennis shoes
I’m so throwed when it come to hoes
before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes
I might take ‘em to Papa Deaux’s
but only if she a proper hoe
I gotta lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade
I’m wearin’ jordans (which ones), very first ones made
I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier
I gotta rolley but that’s somethin’ that I hardly wear
I’m Lil’ Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar
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“I Tip Down”
(feat. Rasaq)

[Rasaq]
I tip down, grippin’ on pine
Sour apple caddie wine berry overline
Paint on shine, reclined on swine
Slab in slow-mo, but my rims on rewind
The block won’t mind, trunk blow from behind
Open up the fist see the glow and design, man
So throw’d you can hate em’, rose gold in the rotation
Shoulder blade and dislocation, when I’m swangin’ bones is achin’
Boys wanna hate me but I don’t borrow
Prolly cuz my diamonds shinin’ on they darling
24′s crawlin’, ya boy is ballin’
5th wheel wiggle like the fin on a dolphin
Sittin’ on diss but the words out my lips
I go hard in the paint, I can make the beat skip
I go fed off the head, stack my bread
never scared threaten me get infra-red and I throw lead
I’m that boy mayne, I’m in that toy mayne
Flip-flop paint when I slide watch that toy change
Stay on my grind, stay on the pine
That’s why my gold’s shine and you blind all the time
I be comin’ down, all my girls fine
They call me M&M’s I got red, yella’s and browns, man..
I be comin’ down, I be tippin’ down
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“I’m A Balla”
(feat. Far East, Play-N-Skillz, Lumba)

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I’m A Balla, I walk the walk bruh
I’m not a talker
I keep it pimpin’ so these women ‘ll pay me
If you a balla, and bout ya dollars
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin’ it daily
Don’t even talk uh, bout what it cost ya
If you ain’t really out there gettin’ it baby
If you a balla, and a shot calla
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin’ it daily
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“Hurtin’ Em Bad”

[Chorus]
Yeah nigga we hurtin’ em’ bad
Droppin’ these bangin’ ass beats
Better go warn ya niggaz because
Chamillion is comin’ with heat
Niggaz gon’ recognize the realest
Soon as it hit the streets
Niggaz be thinkin’ they runnin’ shit
But all that noise gon’ seize
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[Verse 1]

[Kanye West]
I know it’s past visiting hours
But can I please give her these flowers
The doctor dont wanna take procedures
He claim my heart can’t take the anastesia
It’ll send her body into a seizure
The little thing by the hospital bed, it’ll stop beeping,
Hey chick, im at a lost for words
What do you say at this time?
Remember when I was nine?
Tell her everything gone be fine?
But i’d be lying, the family crying
They want her to live, and she trying
I’m argueing like what kind of doctor can we fly in
You know the best medicine go to people thats paid,
If Magic Johnson got a cure for A.I.D.S.
And all the broke muthafuckers past away
You tellin me if my grandma was in the N.B.A.
Right now she’d be ok?
But since she was just a secretary
Working for the church
For thirty five years
Things sposed to stop right here
My grandfather tryin to pull it together, he’s strong,
Thats where I get my confidence from
I asked the nurse “did you do the research?”
She ask me, “can you sign some t-shirts?”
Bitch is you smokin reefer?
You dont see that we hurt
But still…
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