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I Mean That There Lyrics - The Mix Tape Messiah - Chamillionaire

Mix tape Messiah 

 

Yeah uh-huh, Chamillitary mayn, Chamillitary mayn 

And I mean that there, and I mean that there 

And I mean that there, yeah-yeah 

Yeah-yeah-yeah, and I mean that there 

And I mean that there, and I mean that there yeah-yeah 

 

Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger 

They make friends with dick suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger 

Kick some dirt on my name, but really how can I blame you 

I'm the next to blow, so they put me on punishment for bad behavior 

 

They said I should, off went major, but I'm a procrastinator 

I get the job done playa, but I'm busy now ask me later 

Stay with a calculator, my lawyer get a grand retainer 

Why 'cause I'm a better business man, than your average hater 

 

But now I wanna ask a favor, don't talk to me like I'm stupid 

Got no love for you haters, so send that message to cupid 

Give a shout out to Who Kid, why give a shout out to Who Kid 

'Cause I'm wearing something, that match the size of a G-Unit shoe kid 

 

What's that, a nine stupid, you do the math why 

I tried to be nice to the dyke, but that was my last try 

And since it seems the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy 

I'm spitting and pissing on gimmick niggaz, when they pass by 

 

Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk 

I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result 

Did a hundred thousand independent, now I move CD's in bulk 

Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a cult 

 

I'm that nigga that'll spot you, see you in the streets and box you 

You acting like you a problem, I bet I do something 'bout you 

Run the South when it come to making mix tapes, I'm a monster 

Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special shout out to Kazaa 

 

Long as Lil' Jon, and Manny keep making beats 

Chamillionaire gon' be a ghetto millionaire, in these streets 

I speak my mind, so stop acting so sentimental 

You soft, if you go to jail you'll get used for a prison pillow 

 

You scared, shooting slugs behind the bushes and not a brick 

Like a bush is gon' protect you, you know who you dealing with 

Chamillitary hideous mood, and I pity the fool 

If I walk in, I bet every sissy in the city'd move 

 

Ain't got to walk a city for food, like Diddy did dude 

If you hungry for drama, I'll see that my Semi get chewed 

Give me the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer 

Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in Atlanta 

 

Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come here and get man handled 

By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron C fix your damn channel 

If you think we all right thur, and speaking with bad grammar 

I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn bammers 

 

Rasaq ain't no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no damn bammers 

The clip in the hand jammer, to use it for a damn hammer 

Hit you on top of your head, and leave humps like a tan camel 

Keep a couch with a full house, like Dan Tanner 

 

That's plenty of bricks, that's plenty of chips 

There's plenty of fine groupies, there's plenty of chicks 

Like dominatrix chicks, there's plenty of whips 

So you bricks can do a flip, off the end of my dick 

 

Get off the end of my tip, nigga you a crash test dummy 

You album dropped you smile and frown, after the math get funny 

I'm getting all my publishing, never had that kept from me 

I'm buying Color Changin' vehicles, with my ass cap money 

 

Promises that they gave you, made you feel like you major 

Navigator and two-way pager, they gave you then made you 

Go lie about how they paid you, and never will play you 

You's a puppet go get a refund, I think that they played you 

 

You album was whack huh, it's still on the rack huh 

Repo man hopped in your vehicle, they took it back huh 

You go get a dagger, then hop in a cab huh 

You looking for a A and R or CEO, you can stab huh 

 

Did a hundred thousand independent, ain't really nothing to prove 

I make a million disappear, quicker than Nelly with jewels 

See the industry wouldn't listen, so I stopped being a humble guy 

Now I'm the come get it, if you ready to royal rumble guy 

 

And I mean that there, and I mean that there 

And I mean that there yeah 

Throw you out the game 

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