(Woman: Mixtape Messiah.......Da King is here nigga!)
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Ay what these other niggaz talkin`, I don`t believe that shit
I`m the King cuz I said it and I mean that shit
Ay I`m the king cuz I said it, I`m the king cuz I said it
I`m the king cuz I said it and I mean that shit
Ay what these other niggaz talkin`, I don`t believe that shit
I`m the King cuz I said it and I mean that shit
Ay what`s so special bout him, he ain`t all that, shit
I set the city on fire and you seen that shit
[Chamillionaire]
Stupid you runnin` around like the Messiah isn`t a force
Then tell me how did my first album even get on The Source
I was sittin` next to Pimpin` Ken, (was he pimpin`?), of course
But I was thinkin` bout gettin` with Trina and tryna pimp me a Porsche
I can`t hand a nigga the rap game now cuz I`m usin` it
Ain`t a underground rapper gon` have it til` I through with it
I don`t burn bridges (nah), other rappers `ll ruin it
I just jump over the bridge and pimp-slap em` for doin` it
I`ma embarass ya so bad, that ya label gon` say they know ya
You`s a good ass promoter, but the fat lady say it`s over
Mixtape Messiah 2 is the bullet I`m savin` for ya
And I can pop trunk pumps on ya coffin` and raise it for ya (Weww!)
And I ain`t the only person who sick of ya voice
I kill a rapper with one verse and the real niggaz rejoice
But I was forced (do you feel any remorse?) of course
That`s why I`ma show up at his funeral and pop trunk on his corpse
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[Chamillionaire]
Yeah, you`ll never get on my level, no need to go get a ladder
You better run when I come like a pitcher that hit the batter
(You Paid In Full?), nah, but I got alot of respect for Hatter
Even though niggaz be ignorin` my questions bout business matters
Cat tell me to call Hatter, Madd Hatter said call Cat
I call niggaz about some business, and I never get a call back
I just wanted my songs back, but they act like I`m on crack
To drop another Cham` & Paul, we ain`t even on contract
Parta` the game is that, I keep gettin` reminded daily
Labels ahead `ll screw you, that`s the business out of it baby
Nigga was grindin` daily, but suspicions was kinda crazy
I had to pretend like I was broke, just to get Paid In Full to pay me
It`s crazy, for the label with the reputation for actin` a ass
Like Rap-A-Lot, what`s the label that was always on time with cash
Gave em` my price, they didn`t try to make me go down a tag
So for J.P., Tom, Rad, and Chief, it`s done they ain`t gotta ask
Ain`t a nigga who can persuay me to go back to House
So I can hear Dike Jones tell me he got platinum in his mouth
That nigga soft, he ain`t never move no crack in the South
Was in packagin` soft, and he said he stack more stacks then the Boss
Sure you do, I hope that`s not a story they told to you
You need to pimp-slap that sick pup and maker who controllin` you
You ain`t runnin` NOTHIN`!, only you would go vote for you
Cuz my pockets got more G`s, then a G-Unit quotable
G-G-G-G-G-G-Geez, you`s a pee-on please
Why is he here somebody please, tell this pee-on leave
Air-condition on my wrist, I stay with free-on sleeves
Ya stay on D, like defenders durin` three-on-three`s
My momma moved out the hood to a 5 bedroom home
Rasaq moved off to solo and got a lil` crib of his own
Then I bought a Ninja bike and another whip on chrome
My money long, I stand on top of the world and spit on Jones
Your album, so what we heard you was comin` soon
Yeah the song with Alicia Keys, or maybe you said it was Loon
I can fit your crib inside my truck, and I`d still have leg-room
Then I can park that whole truck inside my Master Bedroom
Saw ya DVD you talkin` that ridiculous noise
Sister got kids with baby cribs bigger then yours
Danny DeVito duckin` down couldn`t even fit through your doors
You gotta be Kiddin` me BOY!, is you Kiddin` you SURE! (SURE!)
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(Voice Mails left on Chamillionaire`s Hotline)
