The Sound of Revenge Album

Artist(s): Chamillionaire

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Chamillionaire The Sound of Revenge Cover Art

Tracklist

The Sound of Revenge

length: 3:19
producer: The Beat Bullies
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: The Beat Bullies, James Hoover and Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall
guitar: Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall
programming: The Beat Bullies
writer: Nsilo Reddick, Chamillionaire, Nicholas Sherwood

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

Your mouth runnin' ahead of you, your mouth do what your legs should do
Let me walk to the edge with you, jump off of it, it
It sounds like your ready to, cause these rappers are terrible
And the game is unbearable but I'ma fix, fix
This feeling that's dead in you got your brains like a vegetable
Use the Pro Tools and tell 'em to edit it, it
Switch to somethin' that's better fool, turn it up what you better do
When I'm bringing revenge to you it sounds like this, this, this
Somebody call the doctor (you're not breathin', you're not breathin')
They ain't gonna be well after this one right here
You're not breathin' (you're not breathin', you're not breathin')
Just make sure they learn the name (you're not breathin')
that's about to be runnin' the game (you're not breathin')
Tell 'em the name Chamillitary mayne

Shoulda heard what I was tellin' you, I don't do what the jealous do
I don't hate when a ***** make it, cause I'm smarter and better too
You run when they tell you to but I move when I'm ready to
If you stop to take a breather, see that I'm light years ahead of you
Y'all musta thought y'all wasn't gonna have to see me or somethin'
(You're not leavin', you're not leavin')
Houston, Texas, I'm here now (you're not leavin', you're not leavin')
Anybody gotta problem? (you're not leavin')
Speak now or forever hold your peace (you're not leavin')
I ain't think so yeah!

The feeling's great cause they pay me, I expect some hatred so daily
I'm sticking the middle finger up like the feeling's mutual baby
The franchise and they say that the future can't really trade me
In Houston, I'm number one like I'm in the place of McGrady
But keep on pacing it baby, the full truth has arrived
If they ask you about you *****, you fin' to lie
They ask me about me and hear a truthful reply
They said they seem none better than me so hear the truth wit'cha eyes

[Chorus]
Better go take over befo' it rains
'Cause I'd hate to say that I told you mayne
I know, I know what you're gonna say but have it your way
I know these haters is gonna hate
And I see that angry look on your face
Tell 'em Sound of Revenge is on the way this isn't your day
Lookin' for the truth, they ask me where have you been?
(Where have you been? Where have you been?)
Getting ready for these haters, I got somethin' for them
(Somethin' for them, somethin' for them)
You're real quiet 'til you think you hear a sound in the wind
(Sound in the wind, sound in the wind)
You turn around cause you think you hear that sound once again
You hear that? (Yeah what's that?)
That's the sound of revenge

See, I told you
That's what happens when you get on his bad side
Ha ha ha
Chamillitary mayne!
And now, for The Sound of Revenge

In the Trunk

length: 4:39
mixer: Brian Stanley
additional mixer: Katherine Diehl
writer: Hardley Davidson, Chamillionaire
Intro-
This is the the sound of,
This is the the sound of revenge.

You in the presence of the finest (the finest)
Chamilitaryman.
This for the streets (for the streets).
Lets give em' something they can mmm...

In the Trunk.

At this point you should be turnin' your speakers up (turn your speaker up), Chamillionaire man.
Its a southern thang mmmmmmmm, (haha Chamilitaryman) trunk.

I heard somebody say that the south ain't got no Lyricist, well bang bang at the game like Everyone down here is pissed.
You lookin' for the truth, then look not further here it is.
Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin' this.
They say Chamill sick, click click here's a clip.
Bang bang at the rap game to make your spirits lift.
And it seems to me that the industry is all on Jigga's ****.
Who? You, you, and you *****, pick a click.
Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry.
Got here then I realised that ain't nobody real but me (me).
OK a couple *****s but none of em' real as me.
Tell your favorite rapper to diss me if he disagree (gree).
I'm bad I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't me.
Tell your second favorite who's the best, and show him a picture of me.
He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me.
So me verse me the only battle that y'all going to get to see (haha).
I'm playin' sayin' what I'm sayin'to make these haters mad.
Prepitratin' hatin' *** see me ridin' candy slabs.
Disbelieve his ***, how many vehicles can he have?
I be losin' count myself, and I ain't even that bad at math (math).
That's how we do it in Texas, poppin' trun and grippin' wood (wood).
We reply to threats how?
***** I wish you would.
If you keep on talkin' (talkin'), but that's if you could.
Gotta trun' my speakers up, can you hear em' now?
No, Good!

[Chorus]
Ain't runnin' from a thang,
'Cuz I ain't never been a punk, drama in the thang,
'Cuz I can bring it if they want, I'ma let it bang,
So they can feel it in the mmm in the trunk.
Your body wit ya' gang, decide your rep and throw it up, what you tryin' to drank?
'Cuz I'm about to get ya' drunk,
I keep it pimpin' man,
So they can feel it in the mmm (chamilitaryman) in the trunk.

This for the street *****s knowing they gotta pee in a cup.
Know your P-Officer tossin' ya' when he see the result.
This for the G's (G's), haters what you see in the scope.
Gague gunna get sprayed, likes its sprayed when you see them approach.
Tell you ahead of time, solo i can handle mine.
You ain't to smart but play the part like you a panamime (boy).
But you don't have a nine (nine), I'll show you a hammer mine,
The kind that'll make you do the runnin' man like it's hammer time.
Shout out to the west, and all my gangstas kackied up.
Actin' up, and packin' up, Heat that make you back it up.
The hoes back it up soon as they hear the back of the trunk.
Now my stock like New York slang,
What you mean? That's what's up.
Money, stack it up when they feel they have enough.
Get the chips and add em' up, then she givin' that to us (us).
Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut.
*****s better share, hell yea, 'cuz i just wanna cut.
A hata gettin' cut someone goin get hurt (hurt),
Specially if you met me and was disrespectin' turf (turf).
(If it's Texas)I'm the worse (worse), ice lookin' like sherbet,
Bouncin' off my chest, you starin' at it like a pervert.
Mix tape god (god), don't me go to church first (why?).
Might as well since all the rappers wearin' church shirts.
Better think ahead a time, call yourself a nurse.
Diss me in your second, and wont get to finish your third verse.

[Chorus]
Aint' runnin' from a thang,
Cuz I aint' never been a punk, drama in the thang,
Cuz I can bring it if they want, I'ma let it bang,
So they can feel it in the mmm in the trunk.
Your body wit ya' gang, decide your rep and throw it up, what you tryin' to drank?
Cuz I'm about to get ya' drunk,
I keep it pimpin' man,
So they can feel it in the mmm (you in the presence of the finest) trunk.

The game is full of fakers, all these rappin' *****s front (front).
Controversy sells, the industry givin' em' what they want (want).
See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress em' up.
Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt (stunt).
Ho act like she slow, don't know dat I'm rich.
Can't ignore the handle missin' from the doors on my whip.
But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick.
What you tell her?
You can 106 and park on my ****!(on my ****).
Can't speak about Texas and not mention men (me).
The world goin' to have to see the truth come out eventually (ly).
I wreck any gimmick rapper out from A to Z.
934-829 to the two if you still disagree (gree).
We never marry a ho (no), what im a marry em' fo.
I'm to busy tearin' up my shows and gettin' married to dough (dough).
Grave digga *****, what you mean?
I burry your flow, run go get ya' city come back, then I'm goin to burry your area code.

[Chorus]
Aint' runnin' from a thang,
'Cause I ain't never been a punk, drama in the thang,
'Cause I can bring it if they want, I'ma let it bang,
So they can feel it in the mmm in the trunk.
Your body wit ya' gang, decide your rep and throw it up, what you tryin' to drank?
'Cause I'm about to get ya' drunk,
I keep it pimpin' man,
So they can feel it in the mmm in the trunk.

Turn It Up

length: 4:35
recording engineer: James Hoover
guest: Lil’ Flip
writer: Scott Storch, Lil’ Flip, Chamillionaire
[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

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
I'm a show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home)
I'm a show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..

[Chamillionaire]
Give me that million dollar beat and let me show you what to do with it
(Who that is??) That's the illest rapper choppin' and screwin' it
Couldnt snatch the game that's what they told me, so I'm provin it
Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit
Hittin never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high
Because Chamillionaire's the anwser to the game like Allen I
Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply
Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu errrwwwee lie
So give the ladies what that want
Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage
to feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up (Turn it Up)
Yeaah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to go get my plaque
Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back, like DJ's do when they hear my track
Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigggga (He's Baaack)
You can't get mad if you feel that you and cap fit ya
Drop the biggest stat's ever so don't let that bbback hit ya

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home)
I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..

[Lil' Flip]
When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang
I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' Mary Jane
Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain
I got homies on the West who like to gangbang
And I got homies on the East who do the same thang
I told Johhny put 50 in my pankyrang
5 karot diamond chain vvs is in it mayne
You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane
You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank
Hipnotic, Big Bodies with Blue paint
We got that oomp spray, but it still stank
You a lame so yo dame playin mind games
Ima pimp so I stay in that mindframe
*****z talk **** untill I let that nine bang
Me and Duke in that maybach switchin lanes

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home)
I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..

[Bridge: Chamillionaire]
Heaaded to the baar (I'm headed to the baar)
You know I'm V.I.P. (You know I'm vipee)
And since you rollin' with a star (You rollin with a staar)
You V.I.P. with mee (Chamillitary heey heey)

[Chamillionaire]
Chamillitary the biggest threat to any of these rapper thinkin' they doin it
(Who That Is??) That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big
Multi-colored diamonds got us shining They say our jewerly sick
Houston got a problem and you don't want nuthin to do wit it (Do you kid?)
I ain't think so I'm tippin slow
Wen my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow
Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go
When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo sho
Told me that she didnt care about my money Wasnt hearin it
Looks can be deceving as Chamillion paint apperances
You know how we do it at home of Screw and purple syrup is
She got turned out quicker than my power steering did

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home)
I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..

Ridin’

length: 5:04
performer: Krayzie Bone
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: James Hoover
guest: Krayzie Bone
writer: Anthony Henderson, Skillz, Play, Chamillionaire
[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 gonna 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

Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the play-station controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin' to have no babies
Rock clean as hell so I pull in ladies
Laws on patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some *****s tryin to jack for some
But we packin' somethin' that we have
And um will have a ***** locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin' oak
Music loud and tippin' slow
Twin steady twistin' like hit this dough
Police pull up right behind and it's in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CD's change *****s like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skills when we out and cruisin'
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin'

[Chorus]

I been drinkin' and smokin' holdin' **** cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol' Excursion
Swerving all up in the curve man
***** been sippin on that Hennessey
And the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin' a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And rollin' another one up, we livin like we ain't givin' a ****
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a ***** tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep, me and my dogs
I gotta get back to back streets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat
Glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like **** em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark,
But well if you want, ***** you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

[Chorus]

Do what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A ***** upset for sure
'Cause they think they know that they catchin' me
With plenty of the drink and 'dro
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags,
Look at my rear-view and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin'
Cause they denyin' is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them,
Giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty
Bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise
I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin' them WE HATE YOU
I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'm about to pull up at your home and it's on

[Chorus: x2]

No Snitchin’

length: 4:33
producer: Cool & Dre
mixer: Brian Stanley
additional mixer: Katherine Diehl
writer: Chamillionaire, Bun B
[Chorus]
This is for my gangstas, real *****s, ballas, trill *****s
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up
This is for my gangstas, real *****s, ballas, trill *****s
East side, West side, chunk ya deuce up

Plenty *****s get they head turned red for da bread
Start off with da information, load it up in ya head
Couldnt hold it, so it turned out its somethin' he said
Wut he tell da FEDS (he need someone to call)
Your decision was to snitchin' and they was there to listen
When he told what he know, said they barely was trippin'
Less time, now da *****s in a better position
Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin'
He was lookin' at a 30 but he only did 10,
How your years turn to months, can he tell you dat, and
He ain't really gotta answer, just the sweat in his hands
Will he make it out to make it, mm well it depends
Everybody know the info you was tellin ya friends
Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen
Russian Roulette, yep ***** bet the barrel will spin
You hear that, yea ***** that's the sound of revenge

Walk down the right road, 'cause the streets is so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it
Listen to da G-Code, if you know what I know,
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep you're mouth closed *****)
We don't tolerate snitches

[Chorus]

If you goin' live that crime life, I hope you hold dat 9 tight
You live life like a ***** then dats prolly what you die like
I neva' eva' loved a sucka, them ain't really my type
Rat snakes, yea mayne the game is full of wild-life
Don't wanna do no time right?
You wanna live that high life
Like go withdrawal, have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight
Enter ya crib, see the clouds peepin through ya skylight
You be a copycat, (cat), 'cause mine right
That's what he told me but I didn't listen
Doin' crime for a dime wasn't my intention
You insane, think his name sumin' I will mention
Only snitches need someone to tell
Alotta *****s in the game, hustlin' doin' they thing
Usin' codes on the phone with they usual slang
If you know what he know then you won't say a thing
You wouldn't need someone to tell
Careful bout the life you lead, ain't smart with ya life,
You plead, the streets will ignite ya T, like you ain't got the right to breathe
To choke on da realness, reality is what the fake don't know how to deal with
Words leak from the teeth, but he'll say seal it
Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with
Find a ***** that be hustlin to make a deal with
But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it

Walk down the right road, 'cause the streets is so cold
You betta' take ya life slow or you'll miss it
Listen to da G-Code, if you know what I know,
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep you're mouth closed *****)
We don't tolerate snitches

[Chorus]

This for the G's, street jugglin', move da fire
When you talkin what you talkin' it ain't through the wire
Police pull you over, now they callin' you a liar
You got amnesia, don't even know the dude beside ya
You don't know, you ain't sayin', you ain't heard what he said
Told you a closed mouth ain't gon neva' get fed
A open mouth'll get you county instead of the F-E-D-S
Some scared *****s speak up so they'll be less in the red
*****s can't deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters
Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers
You upstate, *****s use to be southerners
Here the streets make the laws and don't answer the governors
We the *****s that's too real to snitch on a snitch
But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist
That ain't goin' get in arguments, just go get you a clip
And they goin' think about the consequences, let em repent

Walk down the right road, 'cause the streets is so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it
Listen to da G-Code, if you know what I know,
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep you're mouth closed *****)
We don't tolerate snitches

[Chorus]

Man hold up, you a real ***** and you ain't got nothin'
To say when they come question you,
Just keep it 100, and go on a chunk ya deuce up

Southern Takeover

length: 5:18
producer: The Beat Bullies
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall and The Beat Bullies
guest: Pastor Troy and Killer Mike
keyboard: The Beat Bullies and Terrence Brown
programming: The Beat Bullies
writer: Chamillionaire, Killer Mike, Pastor Troy, Nsilo Reddick, Nicholas Sherwood
Gun cocking, shots fired.

The sound of revenge, ha ha.
Woo, tell em what it is man (tell em what it is).

Welcome to the New World Order.
Atlanta, Georgia.

Houston, Texas, he already know.

The south is takin' over.

[Chorus: x2]
Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (showed up)
It's the southern takeover (its over)
You betta' tell em I got drinks
That stand on top try and stop (pop pop pop)

It's the mister fo' fifth told 'em
Cookin' coke with baking soda
Dub roller, pro smoker
Wood gripper, pistol whipper.
Muck a ***** if he figure
****in' with my figures.
Makes him richer, he should know.
Instead, it'll make him better than a slimy ****in' with my money.
Get yo money stacked right outta Sunday school
On a bright and sunny Sunday.
This ain't funny.
I ain't jokin' bout my coke and package come up shorter.
Might kidnap yo wife and daughter.
Bury them down deep in Georgia.
No D.A.s a ****in' lawyer prosecutin' witnesses.
We excutin', start the shootin, start the lukin',
Start the violence, start a riot.
Get this ************ crunker, crunk as you can get it.
Pass that dro, I'm a hit it.
Outta line, we gon' spit it,
spit it vivid, cause i live it.
You don't walk it, you just talk it.
Pistol totin', and a loadin'.
That's how smokin' got this dope
And i ain't hopin', steady slangin'
Right on yo trappa block.
Try your trap, set up shop.
Try and stop (pop pop pop).

[Chorus]

Hey hey, this ain't about an image.
This ain't about a gimmick.
*****'s stand to the side.
Now the game got a menace.
I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest.
We bummin' on his ***.
He ain't finishin' his sentence.
I only got a minute.
I feelin' about a digit.
You lookin' at a ***** like I ain't about to get it.
I'm lookin' at the money like I ain't about to finish.
You need to mind your business.
If you ain't about your business.
I'm a H-town soldier.
I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gon' remind ya.
If you ain't gettin' it you shoulda told ya father.
***** chamillionaire never show no problems.
You don't want no problem (problem).
Get em g'ed shoulda let the fo' fo' remind 'em.
Ya you tip on the ride em.
I be ridin' fo' fo's on the door beside 'em.
6' 6" tall lookin like he a center.
Tear tattoo's lookin' like he a killa.
Skinny *** *****s don't fight with a *****.
Pull out a billfold, put a price on a *****.
I have this camp fo' put a knife in a *****.
From the car to his pocket then right in your liver.
Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle.
Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killa.
Don't mess with the south homie, thats a dream,
Hallucinate or imagining so.
Double X.L. with the gats I mean,
Keep somethin' ready to blow in the magazine.
And you know that southern cash is mean.
Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream.
Pull up in candy paint that match my green.
Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are the master machine.

[Chorus]

[Pastor Troy]
Y'all know me, it's P.T.
Well I un huh and all of that,
Black on black, with black tip.
I can't help but represent.
I'm not content, I want more.
Who the **** you take me for?
Studio rappers not the fortay.
drop my top and bust my A.K.
No mo play, in G.A.
Yeah, that's a classic.
Ridin' in the classic.
Totin' me a classic
Send em to the casket.
Send em to the morgue.
Slap me a ***** cause I'm **********in' bored.
Chamillionaire, I camouflage in my surrounding.
Get my desert E's and get to **********in' poundin'.
Up and down the streets,
Throwin' heat, out the driver's seat,
Ridin' to the beat,
Tell them ***** just lay weak.

[Chorus: x2]

Radio Interruption

length: 3:28
producer: The Beat Bullies
mixer: Brian Stanley
recording engineer: Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall and The Beat Bullies
guitar: Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall
keyboard: The Beat Bullies and Terrence Brown
programming: The Beat Bullies
writer: Chamillionaire, Nsilo Reddick, Nicholas Sherwood
This for the streets, nah this for the radio
This for the streets, nah this for the radio
This for the streets, nah this for the radio
Well it's for radio then just keep it street, well go on do it then

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"

So let me break it down and do somethin' I know the ladies can feel
She say she's lovin' my style, she say she's lovin' my style
Turn on the radio and you probably hearin' nothin' but the
Chamillitary Mayne

We interruptin' this sound just to let you hear a message from me
I'm representin' the South, I'm representin' the South
And know how we get down, know we gotta keep it gutter and street
Go on do it then

I got a white girl, I call her Shady Aftermath
'Cause she love a rapper, see a ***** she gonna snatch him fast
Fine and you can't say that she don't have an ***
Plus her eyes green enough to even up and match my cash

Hispanic college girl that love to dance right after class
Pray the way she back that *** up her class she has to pass
The others bad and black, take her to the bachelor pad
Crib big yo, her man's crib is less than half of that

Call up the DJ's on your radio
They'll say Chamillionaire got a crazy flow
My radio station doesn't play it though
Say he gotta make somethin' for the ladies so

So let me break it down and do somethin' I know the ladies can feel
She say she's lovin' my style, she say she's lovin' my style
Turn on the radio and you probably hearin' nothin' but the
Chamillitary Mayne

We interruptin' this sound just to let you hear a message from me
I'm representin' the South, I'm representin' the South
And know how we get down, know we gotta keep it gutter and street
Go on do it then

Relax boy, lax boy, revenge is the sound
I've made it here, America gon' have to feel me now
Hear that bass come rumblin', boys see me actin' up
Also see that fast pyoom pyoom when I pass him up

Turn it up, tell the listeners to listen here
Listenin' here the sickest rapper in the Southern hemisphere
Yeah, keep it gutter, suckers missin' in the picture yeah
We erased them from the game, commercial rappers disappear

Call up the DJ's on your radio
They'll say Chamillionaire got a crazy flow
My radio station doesn't play it though
Say he gotta make somethin' for the ladies so

So let me break it down and do somethin' I know the ladies can feel
She say she's lovin' my style, she say she's lovin' my style
Turn on the radio and you probably hearin' nothin' but the
Chamillitary Mayne

We interruptin' this sound just to let you hear a message from me
I'm representin' the South, I'm representin' the South
And know how we get down, know we gotta keep it gutter and street
Go on do it then

Now they know the name that's running the game
Them boyz down in Houston that got the streets on lock
But just in case they slow and don't know
Somebody tell em the name, Chamillitary Mayne

Ha ha, you got a problem? Then let it be known
You got something you wanna get off your chest
Give us a call, we're taking requests
Go on do it then

Frontin’

length: 4:11
mixer: Brian Stanley
recording engineer: James Hoover
additional mixer: Katherine Diehl
writer: Chamillionaire, Happy Perez
Let's get 'em Happy
Go!

[Chorus]
Y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin, y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Y'all *****s just hate, y'all *****s just hate
Y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake
You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying
You just say it to my face

Yeah you see him? (Yeah)
You see him bow beat him down lean him down (lean him)
Your breathing sound like you now layin down sleepin
You be surrounded or found on the ground beaten
You see him how he look now and he ain't found a reason
My reason is that they won't have to persuade
Me to have the courage to walk right up and say it to your face
A faker never know he fake
A hater never admit he hate
By the time they figure it out is probably gon be too late (yeah)
Grinning up your face is like you tryin' to let me know
That you ain't really happy how how I'm getting all this dough
Let the truth be told tell me is your friend a foe
Better make it clear or get mistaken for a hoe (Yeah)
And then you take him to the floor
I can't ignore it if you're talking
But I hope that what you talking ain't about running up or robbing
Walk around like everybody is the enemy just for precaution (just for precaution)
I get no surprised and have to see an early coffin

[Chorus]

And what you smokin'. your brain clouded yet the pine got your mind polluted
You got some smarts in your mind hey it's time use it
Your friends arrive talkin down on the loud music
Them *****s's lying plus them concept is gettin' included
How could they tell you, you was built to last
You built like a boxing bag, put a whoopin' on that ***
See us approachin' that set in motion in that hour glass
Wrong words are built too fast, find your exit and dash
Lookin for crabs in a bucket tryin' criticize me (me)
But they do it around them *****s don't say it around me (me)
And if they do us opposite how they feel about me (me)
Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me
I see you a busta and I'mma bust ya in your lip
Put some lipstick in my fist, throwin you a kiss
Since I see that you a sucker, suck a gasoline ****
Put it right up to your lip, put a lighter to the tip (boom!)

[Chorus]

Where you from? (Where you from?)
Act like you know I'm from the south
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk
What you want? (What you want?)
What you sayin' out your mouth?
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Act like you know I'm from the south
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk
What you want? (What you want?)
What you sayin' out your mouth?
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk

[Chorus]

Grown and Sexy

length: 4:03
producer: The Beat Bullies
mixer: Brian Stanley
recording engineer: The Beat Bullies and Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall
guitar: Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall
keyboard: The Beat Bullies and Terrence Brown
programming: The Beat Bullies
additional mixer: Blake Douglas
writer: Chamillionaire, Nsilo Reddick, Nicholas Sherwood
Intro:
Uh huh... Yeaah
It's yours truly
Houston's own Chamillionaire
Holdin it down for the playa who dont believe in love at first sight (Love at first sight)
But the playa that believe that he can git loven the first night (First night)
Thats right (Thats right)
So before I git to discussion what type of eye candy I need
Or what type of visual stimulation she needs to be able to achieve
There's somethin special aboutchu that aint hard to see

Chorus:
Grown and Sexy
From ya head down to ya toes ya know you fine (ya know ya fine)
Got that perfect face a perfect shape and perfect smile (a perfect smile)
But soon as ya turned around (Turned around)
There's somethin that I realized (Yeah)
You looked better from behind (You look better from behind)
Grown and Sexy

Verse 1:
From the moment ya flashed ya teeth
I knew that we had to meet
Ya face was the mona lisa, ya *** was a masta'piece
Asked you if you was married
and thats when ya answered “No.”
I asked if you had a *****
and thats when ya said “Fo' sho.” (So)
I didnt care As you walked away I would stare
Atcha bottom, in apple bottoms
Ya waist was shaped like a pear
Really round at the bottom, a little thinna up there
So insteada lettin ya leave I pursued ya
Just like the playa
That I am (and damn)
Couldnt help but to help myself
To a helpin cause I smelled some perfume that could make me melt
And ya shoulda seen my demeaner i had to control myself
Approachin you from the rear as I tap you right on ya' belt
And ya tried to looked suprised
like ya didnt know i was right behind ya
But I could tell by ya smile ya was waitin on me to find ya
Mess with my thought a bit
you was playin hard to git
You dont wanna look like a freak and pretend its hard to hit

Chorus:

Verse 2:
Lets give a toast
to the ladies that look better up close
That look better by the behind
And better when you approach
Ya try ya best to git up close
until ya smellin her soap/ is so lovely ladies
from coast to coast
git in bed and she dont
98 and 99 rate you more than just a dime
bentley steerin-wheel body cause you look better from behind
Grippen around ya waist
turn it like im just tryin to git a better view
Cause god must abeen workin hard
When he asembled you
Im tryint to test-dirve ya rear and ya shaken
Im power stearin ya wasit n'
I see ya rearers are shaken
If ya think I couldnt handle it then ya really mistakin
No one here to keep you near
Then you here for the taken
Im still waiten
For you to give me one good reason
Why you couldnt leave him speedin off with some good breezin
Ya neva spend another cold night in some hood freezin
But posted up by sand and water during some good season

Chorus:

Outro:
Had to tell ya that I'm really feelin your style
Saw ya walkin by and couldnt letcha pass
Gotta tell ya that I'm eally feelin your smile
But even better is the beauty of ya ***
Staren right into the beautiy of ya profile
There's something that i gotta ask
Can ya let me (Let me...) let me view ya beauty from the back

Chrous:

Think I’m Crazy

length: 5:04
producer: The Beat Bullies
mixer: Brian Stanley
recording engineer: Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall, Blake Douglas and The Beat Bullies
guitar: Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall
Hammond organ: Terrence Brown
guest: Natalie
programming: The Beat Bullies
additional mixer: Blake Douglas
writer: Chamillionaire, Nsilo Reddick, Nicholas Sherwood
[Chorus]
I want to know who you are but you seem very nice
So will you talk to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, They don't understand how I feel

See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her
The name of my record company, (Oh your a sanger)
I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer
(Oh you that guy they talking bout when they be whisperin, ain't cha
Bring your name up when they talking and say money will change ya
I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your anger
Heard the rumors how your always in trouble or danger
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir
You do have a right to be, you seem like your nice to me
And like your gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?)
I tell the boy the same hennessey on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as she's pouring out her life to me
Telling me about her goals and how successful she would like to be
And invite me to a session of her life and she
Seems so damn innocent but something isn't right to me
She pulls out her picture phone "I got pictures, would you like to see?"
I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as hell
Giving a soul to me, it's like an identity sell
We never met is the story that my memory tells
Telling me tales like she doesn't handle hennessey well
Getting into it, getting intimate and into details
See, I just met you and you showing me your kids
"Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no kids"
Then who's in this picture, "Man, let you show you just who it is"

[Chorus]

Umm, I don't remember her name but she look like an angel
She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't hang a
Round a part of the hood but hey the story gets stranger
Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see
She said she wasn't married but the rings on her finger
Told me she was langin and using the same uhh
Game I use on women so I couldn't even blame her
Spitting the game I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her
(I bump into this dime, he told me that he used to know you
He told me about the loyalty and love he used to show you
He said what he said with a passion like it was so true
Wouldn't take advantage of the fact that the listeners didn't really know you)
There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you
She digs in her purse and while she fumbles around
I find that photo, I'm like "Oh no there's some trouble in town"
I turn around as these two officers is coming in now
They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down
So close, I can see they barrels of the guns to the ground
So close that they can listen to either of us now
We turn back around and she says no need for whispering
Then she tells me that (I don't really give a damn whose listening
Try to make it last a long time was my mission
And he kept on tripping and then I got pissed at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never missing him)

[Chorus]

Okay, let's get this straight, your man cheated on you and now
You talking to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud
And the rest of this conversation she just telling me how
It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile
She said (pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was foul
Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's power
Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another hour
So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower)
Damn what do you mean? ( couldn't tell you that I missin him)
I don't understand what your saying, how did you get rid of him?
She dissing him, as I ask her what it is she did to him
She stops, Ay keep talkin I'm listening
(I don't wanna tell about the images I'm picturing)
Henny spilling then she tell me (For real and
I got the feeling of what I'm feeling is that I wanted to kill him)
Something's wrong here and I know just who is the villian
The poison's getting louder, the moral is getting clearer
The officers is looking at us and I can tell they can hear her
Told me (It was protection, Reached for it in the stash)
The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ***
Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at least
Baby I think you crazy, Sorry I'm pressing for time
I gotta go grind, time's putting to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me guessing
That this conversation is two types of evil confession
And she pulls a clearer picture, It's my damn ex-best friend
How you know him? She told me she was with him at his house
Watching movies on Sundays when they be chilling
And that's exactly the day that the hospital came to get him
The feeling was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling
Stood up and then I yelled out "Why in the hell did you kill him?"
I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy

Rain

length: 5:12
mixer: Brian Stanley
recording engineer: James Hoover
guest: Billy Cook and Scarface
additional mixer: Blake Douglas
writer: Chamillionaire, Scarface, Sol Messiah
I was sitting back, and I was thinking man
I ain't even trying to deal with this **** no more, you know
Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know
Seem like everytime a ***** make one step man
***** take two steps back, you feel me

They told me that pain was just in the frame, the irony of that
Cause that was the slogan showing, when they tried to see my tats
Never knew what was in the skin, would finally be a fact
Feeling like mother nature's, right behind me with a gat
Take that, the rain's loud on the window when it taps
To hell with the time, I thought that I could finally be relaxed
Tired of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you to keep on grinding, when you kinda broke
That helps you to keep composure, up around your folk
That keeps from trying to wrap a rope, around your throat
Don't choke, you feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy, but you don't wanna give him trust
Mama telling you pay your tithes, and you yell at her back, "for what"
So the pastor can ride faster, to get some rims on his truck
I don't think that they'll miss, ten percent of negative bucks
Put some Henny up in your cup, your problems will start to drown
But soon as your buzz leaves, then problems come back around damn

Keep your head up is what they telling me
, well it betta be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain drops cloudin up the memories
It's gonna be alright is what they telling me
Don't let the stress get the best of me
Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
Till my brain gets cloudy bout a memory

God knows, how I feel now
On the outside I'm smiling, but inside a ***** know he hell bound
It's a dark road, and I'm right here in the middle of it
Do I walk slow or if I run, am I'm missing some'ing
I took the time out, to save a little bread
Now my eyes, got water in em
Why the **** am I still standing here, nobody love me I ain't happy here
My mama said, she can't handle him
But still, I'm looking at the bright side
But I view it through my other eye, cause it's a different color sky
Then the last one, my mind set on the prize that may never come
So do I try to stay alive, or do I grab a gun
End it all, put a stop to the pain
That goes on in my head, everytime it rains
But that was speaking, so you listening to the thoughts
Of an evil spirit, in demonic verses everytime I talk
I'm confused, by my psychological set backs
In the storm, washin out through the wet cracks
Looking for heaven, off in all the wrong places
I've given up so why the long faces? Let it rain

Your bills keep adding up, to be alone you prefer
Bill collectors steady calling, starting to get on your nerves
Your rent due on the first, but right now it's the third
Telling yourself it's gon get better, but ain't believing a word
Feel like it's hard to deal, tomorrow it's hard as steel
Not to mention the realest member, of your family is getting ill
Tell me it isn't so, tell me it isn't real
In the mist of all the drama, you take a lil' time to kneel
To deal you take a pill, just to deal with the drama
You thinking your life sinking, and there isn't a plumber
They tell you what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger
You'd have to be a Superman, to live as much as me partna
you're trying, but help is just what you dialing
Cause the room is a monsoon, that's never gon get to drying
The storm is moving on, and you thinking these people lying
They saying they had it worse, but how come they all keep on smiling

Don't let stress take control, gonna be alright I know
I'ma make it through fa sho, fa sho yeah - 2x

My memry, heeeey-heeey yeah
Stressing me-stressing me, my memories
That's what they telling me
I'm trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
By my memories, yeah heeey yeeeah

When it seems like nothing but dark clouds
Are raining in on your bright, sunny day
Remember, the sunlight always comes after the rain
You should be thankful, everyday
should be a celebration of life.

Picture Perfect

length: 4:49
mixer: Brian Stanley
guest: Bun B
writer: Chamillionaire, Bun B, Sol Messiah
(feat. Bun B)

[Intro]
My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture
You peeping me take a picture, (you should take a photograph) - [2x]

[Bun B]
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
(You see it's real, they be like look at that
Picture perfect *****, you should take a photograph)

[Chamillionaire]
Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me fool
Don't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead you
Don't let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you
The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do
You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping
The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping
You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting
That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing
That ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober
Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda
Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quota
Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor
Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab
Afford it then buy it that's, important without it now
You ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cash
You not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab hol' up

[Hook]
You see my slab, you see my candy slab
Picture perfect *****, you should take a photograph
You see my chick, you see my chick is bad
Picture perfect *****, you should take a photograph
You see it's real, they be like look at that
Picture perfect *****, you should take a photograph
Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photograph
Picture perfect *****, you should take a photograph

[Chamillionaire]
When I'm tipping they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi
And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossy
The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy
What I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be Screwed and Chop-pied
All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips
Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift
Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunk
So I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk
Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the laws
And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pause
Tell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause
I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls
You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint official
You smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya
You chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit ya
Take a hold of the grain and grip a, handful and smile for the pictures *****

[Hook]

[Bun B]
You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest
Syrup in my styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no cess
You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best
Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess
I'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a drought
Cause it's not really a drought, them other *****z just out
And I'm the plug you gotta have, when they say the river's dry
Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply
I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grass
Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ***
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
Candy still dripping, 4's is still tipping
Wood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still gripping
Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East
And I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
My life is real baby, ain't just a song (ain't just a song)
Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome (I'm riding chrome)
This is for the real playas, that get that do' (that get that do')
Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm-I'm riding candy and chrome

[Bun B]
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback - [2x]

[talking]
Know I'm saying, gripping wood
Riding through the hood, and feeling good
Just like we say down in Texas, it's already
You staring at me so hard
You need to go on, do yourself a favor playa
And take a **********ing picture



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Fly as the Sky

length: 4:59
mixer: Brian Stanley
recording engineer: James Hoover
guest: Rasaq and Lil Wayne
writer: Chamillionaire, Lil Wayne, Rasaq, Mannie Fresh
[Chorus]
"F" what you heard me,
See me in person
You know I'm fly
You know I'm fly
You know I'm fly
Even your girlfriends and all her girlfriends
You know I'm fly
You know I'm fly
You know I'm fly
I keep it dirty, dirty you heard me
You know I'm fly
You know I'm fly
You know I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy (what?)
Fly like a birdy
Fly like a

Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again
Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them
Damn! How you supposed to see the time when them
M & M-sized diamonds lay right beside the hand
Chamilll, Rasaq, and Lil Wayne make a ***** feel ashamed
Trying to hide the bling in the middle of your little chain
In the drain, down it go, say they love the sound of those
Chamilltary boys, we the illest boys around here hoe
Flier than a bird yes but your correct if your guess
Is that the eagle gonna hurt when aiming at your bird chest
Pow! Forget your feelings, I could care less
Leave you where I leave you, you can see ya in the turbulence
Girl do yourself a favor and don't say I have to pay ya
Give a favor to a playa and just pass it to my neighbor
And when your finished could you tell your friend to flavor
Cause the king ain't gonna savor, just gonna save that *** for later

[Chorus]

Mayne I'm fly as a plane, me and Lil Wayne
Spitting game, leave a girl Weezy like his name
We don't have to say a thing cause the chain can explain
First they look at the piece then they look at the rang
I'm fly as a pelican, ice on my skeleton
On a Sunday morning, I stay sharper than a reverend
Candy on my doors, looking something like gelatin
Syrup in my cup but I ain't talking about medicine
I'm cold as an Eskimo, throwed from my head to toe
The white tee fresh but it starts in my denims though
Yeah and if I pull down my fly, I could piss on the sky
Cause ***** I'm that high
I pulled up in heaven up in the candy painted ride
And I gave Jesus five and I'm still alive
Even though I know them haters wish I would die
Even in they day dreams, I'm a still stay fly boy

[Chorus]

They call me Birdman Junior, I'm flier than the rest
I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons to the nest
And if you look at how the jewels glisten on my chest
Then you will be impressed and yes that's V-S
Fly boy to death, I used to only fly
First class on every plane 'til I bought a jet
I'm on the runway, let down the steps
Open the phantom door and light up the cess
I smoke the best, Chamillion come get me
From University of Houston after I pass my test
Swisha laced wit' syrup, it'll come your nerves
So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world
Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence
Pow! Now you up here with me in a cloud (Chea)
They call me Weezy Baby, the son of a stunner
***** I'm flyer than a ************, ya know

[Chorus]

Poster child to the pop trunk, I pop it up and let it bang
I'm show ya how to rep the city, correctly run the game
Grip tightly on the grain, turn it left and we call it swang
Let me show ya how to make the baddest ladies scream your name
I'll put that boy "J" Junior in the future in a body bag
I'm trying to poke that bad body like a boxing bag
Trying to get below the belt and beat it like a boxing jab
Hit it then I quit it like I dropped out of a boxing class
Know how we doing it, we been chopped and screwing it
Coming to get that number one spot you got like Ludacris
Know he acting groupie-ish taking a sip out Luda's Cris
We buy our own bottles, grab one and put it to your lips
Hating on your hood, throw your hood up, put it in his face
Reppin' Texas, got that real estate down in that realest state
Didn't need a bigger place, didn't need a bigger face
On my watch but forgot and went a got them both a place
Fix ya face

Peepin’ Me

length: 4:22
producer: The Beat Bullies
mixer: Brian Stanley
recording engineer: The Beat Bullies, Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall and James Hoover
guitar: Dan "Thunda Dan" Marshall
Hammond organ: Terrence Brown
programming: The Beat Bullies
additional mixer: Blake Douglas
writer: Chamillionaire, Nsilo Reddick, Nicholas Sherwood
I can tell by the way that you peepin' me
That you havin' some thoughts about freakin' me
But if you walk up and just speak to me
And tell me what you like we'll hook up tonight yeah
I can tell by the way that you peepin' me
That you haven't been satisfied recently
Haven't been wit a p.i.m.p. like me
But if that's what you like your in luck tonight yeah

yeah black Dickies, black vehicle, pull up on black dubs
Durin' that party I'm in the block pullin' them freaks for afta'
Nothing gets a broad looser than a stack of cash does
So them rims bigger than dubs let me see how good they math was
Count them inches
They peepin' as the truck get suspended
Fellin' spended
Got a stack and I'm gone use it till its ended
I'ma spend it on the bottle after I get bartended
I'ma walk up and choose you hope your friends don't get offended
I'ma playa
I don't dance what I gotta dance for
I just peep hoes from the bar
And pull em off the dance floor
Wit a chick in the club posted up in the back of
That club got a girl but I'm actin' like a bachelor
Snatch her
Can't tell me that she ain't ready for the part
Lights, camera, action act like she ain't never seen a star
In the corner of your eyes looking this way at the bar
Let you Slip out of them cuffs 'cause yo ***** ain't on his job

In the club backin it up I'm lovin' what I see and a
Doin' it like its yo B-day
Hopin' you can back it up me way
Throwin' my wallet give a 100 dollars to the d.j.
So he can play that song again I see the instant replay
I can tell that you lovin' all the attention
Of the boys that's trying to snatch ya
But they just keep attendin'
'cause you know who you really concentratin' on gettin'
Yeah you know Koopa is that playa that keep it pimpin', pimpin'
I turned to look ova at you frequently
And I noticed that your still peepin me peepin me
I know your ready I know your ready
You wanna roll wit a playa lets go
I turned to look ova at you frequently
And I noticed that your still peepin' me peepin' me
I know your ready I know your ready
You wanna roll wit a playa lets go

I can see the look in your eyes baby you wantin' it bad huh
Wonderin' if its gonna be right and wonderin' what I have for
I got that cron I got that henn I got somethin' for that buzz
Milk does the body good but not as good as that huh
Now that buzz got you feelin' ready and ready on that move
But before you can step to me a ***** already approachin' you
Walkin' like ya motion screwed
While I'm picturin' you in the nude
I'ma tell her whatevas cleava' its whateva' you want to do
I can tell by the way you been peepin
Tryin' to visit me on the weekend
Trying to have that bed sqeekin' sqeekin'
Yeah even a couple of friends drinkin'
Thinkin' bout gettin' even
Wit a man who have been cheatin' by cheatin'
So I sweep em right off their pretty toes
Like a set of voes
Never seen a old school vehicle wit wetta doors
She asked is she could leave wit me and I should let her go
Man I'm just too much of a playa to refuse and tell her no

Void in My Life

length: 4:41
mixer: James Hoover
writer: Chamillionaire, Larry Di Tomaso, Ralph Dino
[Chorus]
When I look back at my life, I realize-realize something ain't right
I'm missing you Lord, in my life make it right
I got something to decide, just wanna make-wanna make everything right
Cause there's a huge void, a huge void in my life make it right

I'm staring up at the Pope, it soak it up while he spoke it
Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author that wrote it
The broads are the ones I love, just don't wanna be the corporate
So waiting for death to approach this, take the time to say no sis
I don't hate ya, for having these little seeds
At seventeen, best believe they're a beautiful breeze
Of fresh air when there's nothing else, I usually need
Just a smile look at em now, hoping you just believe
And my broad been in place forever, I'm gone but I'm chasing cheddar
Been gone could of kept it going, with a poem or a basic letter
But naw I just hate to tell her, try hard but I didn't let her
The groupies get at your boy, but you're my Cinderella
Look girl we can make it better, but there's a gift and a curse
While you healing a ***** feelings, yours are usually hurt
It ain't amount of cash on Earth, to match what you really worth
Know your turf has been the church, that's where you put in work
And you put in overtime, because you know the sign
And most danger that I've been lately, rap is mo' than rhymes
But you still hold me down, I'ma do way mo' this time
Got some time that I need to manage, girl you know that's right
And that's speakin' like a true deacon, cause even to see you sleeping
That comfortably ain't enough for me, anything that you needing
I'll cease anything that squeaks, and cease any sink that leaks
Ain't nothing gon interrupt, your sleep deep into them sheets and peep

[Chorus]

How your father call the police, have your mama put in the jail
When the arguments always started, and ended up in a cell
Hard to it was the thought of this, ring that you use to wear
As I darted out the apartment, and pawned it to get the bail
Argument after argument, drama wasn't hitting well
Target it ain't no harm in it, smart so I didn't tell
God that it was the hardest, yeah life was a living hell
Spent part of it steady dodging it, charging off in the trails
Father say he a Muslim, your mama say she a Christian
The Bible or the Koran, which one would you be picking
The cards are in your palm, ain't really no use in tripping
Be true to the one you choose, ain't really no use in switching
Yeah they gon' have to be mad at us, choice is something I had to trust
Standing up when I had enough, for my blessings not adding up
Take too many things for granted, right after that metal bust
Somebody's life is missing, that's when the spirit grabbing us

[Chorus]

A religion is what you missing, someone tell me how can it
Make people panic, mention God and all the weak people vanish
Take God your woman and your family, even your own life for granted
Until you slanted on the planet, with your face in the granite
And I won't have it, I don't wanna see my coaching divided
So I decided to remind it, there's a choice and provide it
So put your ego to the side, soon as you standing beside it
Raise your right hand, and let the spirit know it's invited
Don't need to fight it, I just wanna make it right 'fore they bury me
Cause the truth is like therapy, plus my conscience is tearing me
Into pieces as deadly was dealt, was not even fair to me
To the soldiers that passed in the game, we missing you terribly
Thank my family especially, in my mind like telepathy
Staying humble is the recipe, keep my faith and he blessing me
I use the energy left in me, to make sure they respecting me
Walk the steps of my destiny, like I know he protecting me
I'm a leader, believe the people won't get to see less of me
No they won't see the death of me, or no police arresting me
I live life so successfully, and just show em the best of me
On another level mentally, this position was meant for me

[Chorus]

Outro

length: 3:08
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: James Hoover
writer: Chamillionaire, Sean Blaze, AJ Scratch
They said no when I told them that I'd find a way to get to the top
They didn't know that eventually I'd be the one to worry about
When someone would mention me, they always tried to say I would flop
But this the sound of revenge

Yea
On the path to find out who's true
The only person you can really trust is you
And if you feel like you can't even trust you
Then you can always trust you know who
And if you don't know who you know who is
Then I feel so sorry for you
Cause that's really the only person that can judge you
Critics, people that wanna see you fail will tell you what you can't do
Shouldn't do and must do
But when you got that glow
Nobody else's words can really budge you

Revenge has always been looked upon as a sin
And sometimes you feel like you had to sin to win
Sometime it sound like :gunshot:
Is what it coulda been
When you get to the gates of Heaven they probably wouldn't let ya in
But ya change that meanin' up and success is what it is in the end
And instead of worryin' about what shoulda, coulda, woulda been
Ya turn your head toward the future and keep it movin'
Know what I'm sayin'?
Well say it again
Keep it movin'
Know what I'm sayin'?
Screw it then
Know what I'm sayin?

If you're waitin' for me to fail, your time is runnin' out on that clock
I'm runnin' to the finish yea, when I get there I ain't gonna stop
Success is what I couldn't have, but now I tell em look what I got
It's the sound of revenge