Get Up Outta Here Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Hook] 

You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of here 

If you got someone, then go get you a room at the Holiday Inn 

If you ain't got no one, then go have some fun by yourself 

But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out 

[Chamillionaire] 

Niggaz was throwing rocks at the throne, and I got word of that 

The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already murdered that 

Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that 

Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back 

Burn it back into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it 

Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket 

How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole lifetime 

Living your whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine 

Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me 

Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em history 

You could feel like you real, because that feeling eventually 

Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery 

And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's 

You a artist we bosses, the ones that funded c.d.'s 

All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please 

You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be Steve 

Harvey, no you're hardly funny at all 

Running the game not at all, homie you running your jaw 

We grown folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall 

Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall 

My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a minute 

Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish 

If you get there quit there, got ya swisha lit playa 

Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah 

(*cheering*) 

(*talking*) 

Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it 

Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out there all the fans 

That been staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying 

Through his whole career, watching him grow 

Watch us make it to that next level, we on our way baby 

You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez 

Sup mayn, y'all holding me down still mayn 

Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up Balance 

Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayn 

Selene what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn 

[Hook] 

[Chamillionaire] 

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on heroine 

Victory for me, but he thought he would have the narrow win 

My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the barrel and 

Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him 

Poet I know it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare 

I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear 

The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't hear 

Mike don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here 

How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth aside 

What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes 

The good Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified 

Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies 

Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to spook ya 

Voice of the present the past, yep I'm the future 

Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya 

But if you the truth, all pertrators will call you Koopa 

Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will listen 

But if you can't take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen 

I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the ambition 

So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position 

Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness 

Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my witness 

I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage your fitness 

But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you with stitches 

P you acting suspicious, you know me better than that 

If it was for a false reason, I would never react 

But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts 

So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that never that 

(*cheering*) 

(*talking*) 

Thank you-thank you, I appreciate the support 

But everyone please take your seats, I'm not done there's more 

[Chamillionaire] 

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real 

Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill 

Same nigga that talk big, bout what he made on his deal 

This ain't ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill' 

Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em ball 

Pissy colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all 

Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars 

Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a star 

Now keeping money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art 

Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my crew was apart 

Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a heart 

If I showed it to you, would you see what it could do in the dark 

Whether you like it or not, don't really matter to me 

Cause most of the love I know I'ma keep, inside my family tree 

So you can gossip, bout what really happened with Hatta and me 

Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way badder than me 

It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm done with it now 

Maturity level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child 

So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style 

Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me down 

It's whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong 

Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong 

So tell Watts, forget me I'm grooving I'm in my zone 

Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' nigga gone 

(*cheering*) 

(*talking*) 

Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out mayn 

We gon try to just keep it moving, you know I'm saying 

Focus on the music, give the fans some'ing to ride to 

You know I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" will be 

One of the best albums, to come out the South 

And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple shout out's 

Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love 

Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy 

We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha 

Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup up my nigga 

'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig' 

I know somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man 

I'll get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha