Somebody Gonna Get Hurt Lyrics - Chamillionaire

I get that paper, I do it major 

I'm stayin' sucker free and I'm shakin' haters 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody 

Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably 

My money get jealous, I keep the dough in check 

The checks bounce, give me cash and give me mo' interest 

Rick Rock, now I get the dough goin' west 

20 thou' on the ground, what'chu wanna bet? 

If I lose I roll another bet to even up 

Keep lookin' for the dough like I ain't seen enough 

Fully equipped the whip, that would be a plus 

Hop off the you know what and I'ma leave it up 

Tell us what you leavin' up? The dough on the Lambo' 

Don't try to be a Rambo or be an example 

Passport paper, ain't a place that I can't go 

Haters gettin' sick 'bout to Earl like Kimbo 

Go ahead man, smack yourself silly 

Rubber bands never fit when I package my scrilly 

Overseas but I'm still the man back in my city 

Ugh, put the cream on the acne like Diddy 

Show you how to make 'em put the paper in your face 

Let the yellow bones know that it's time to skate 

Pillsbury dough sho' make a lot of cake 

Time to show all of these suckas how to paper chase 

The blueprint for the paper, just rewind it back 

Yeah our money, cash cars, I be rhymin' that 

Stay ballin' on the base like a diamondback 

While you in the crowd gettin' mad because the concert packed 

I get that paper, I do it major 

I'm stayin' sucker free and I'm shakin' haters 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody 

Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably 

Two chicks talkin' to me on the 3-way 

Breeze blowin' in the hair of my breezy 

Woodgrain I'ma grab when you see me 

Oakland in my hand like it's eBay 

Both chicks beggin' me to come to see A 

No time like I ran out of prepaid 

If you don't go and give this hotness to the DJ 

You'll need a doctor and it ain't gonna be Dre 

Fans tryin' to figure out and try to find who 

The last verse of the last hearse applied to 

I could tell you a lie and tell you it's not you 

But like B on the Scantron, not true 

'Cause y'all boys is costumes 

I brush 'em off like the canvas in an art room 

Bring it on boy, my victory's your doom 

Your plan was to 'Samity Sam me but it's gone boom 

I get that paper, I do it major 

I'm stayin' sucker free and I'm shakin' haters 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody 

Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably 

Some people hate to see you spendin' the new bucks 

You better not show your animosity to us 

Hit gon' have the three K's like Klu Klux 

So bring 'em to the barber that'll give 'em a crew cut 

That mean minus a couple 

Need to be findin' your mind instead of findin' some trouble 

'Cause it's obvious you lost when we up out of the huddle 

Ready to blitz, yup I seen you in outer space like a shuttle 

One mil', two mil', three, fo' mil' 

Stayin' hungry like I missed the past fo' meals 

Half a mil' still tell a man no deal 

Ridin' with the type of bananas you don't peel 

Yeah, the type of weapon that don't jam 

Like most of these rappers in this game that don't man 

Plus the homie ridin' with me is no fan 

Don't bring the drama wit'chu if you ain't bringin' no plan 

I get that paper, I do it major 

I'm stayin' sucker free and I'm shakin' haters 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what? 

I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody 

Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably