Lirik Lagu I'm Da King – Chamillionaire - Chamillionaire
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(Woman: "Mixtape Messiah".......Da King is here nigga!)
(T.I. Insert)Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shitI'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shitAy I'm the king cuz I said it, I'm the king cuz I said itI'm the king cuz I said it and I mean that shitAy what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shitI'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shitAy what's so special bout him, he ain't all that, shitI set the city on fire and you seen that shit
[Chamillionaire]Stupid you runnin' around like the Messiah isn't a forceThen tell me how did my first album even get on The SourceI was sittin' next to Pimpin' Ken, (was he pimpin'?), of courseBut I was thinkin' bout gettin' with Trina and tryna pimp me a PorscheI can't hand a nigga the rap game now cuz I'm usin' itAin't a underground rapper gon' have it til' I through with itI don't burn bridges (nah), other rappers 'll ruin itI just jump over the bridge and pimp-slap em' for doin' itI'ma embarass ya so bad, that ya label won't say they know yaYou's a good ass promoter, but the fat lady say it's overMixtape Messiah 2 is the bullet I'm savin' for yaAnd 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 voiceI kill a rapper with one verse and the real niggaz rejoiceBut I was forced (do you feel any remorse?) of courseThat's why I'ma show up at his funeral and pop trunk on his corpse
(T.I. Insert)
[Chamillionaire]Yeah, you'll never get on my level, no need to go get a ladderYou better run when I come like a pitcher that hit the batter(You Paid In Full?), nah, but I got alot of respect for HatterEven though niggaz be ignorin' my questions bout business mattersCat tell me to call Hatter, Madd Hatter said call CatI call niggaz about some business, and I never get a call backI just wanted my songs back, but they act like I'm on crackTo drop another Cham' & Paul, we ain't even on contractParta' the game is that, I keep gettin' reminded dailyLabels ahead 'll screw you, that's the business out of it babyNigga was grindin' daily, but suspicions was kinda crazyI had to pretend like I was broke, just to get Paid In Full to pay meIt's crazy, for the label with the reputation for actin' a assLike Rap-A-Lot, what's the label that was always on time with cashGave em' my price, they didn't try to make me go down a tagSo for J.P., Tom, Rad, and Chief, it's done they ain't gotta askAin't a nigga who can persuay me to go back to HouseSo I can hear Dike Jones tell me he got platinum in his mouthThat nigga soft, he ain't never move no crack in the SouthWas in packagin' soft, and he said he stack more stacks then the BossSure you do, I hope that's not a story they told to youYou need to pimp-slap that sick pup and maker who controllin' youYou ain't runnin' NOTHIN'!, only you would go vote for youCuz my pockets got more G's, then a G-Unit quotableG-G-G-G-G-G-Geez, you's a pee-on pleaseWhy is he here somebody please, tell this pee-on leaveAir-condition on my wrist, I stay with free-on sleevesYa stay on D, like defenders durin' three-on-three'sMy momma moved out the hood to a 5 bedroom homeRasaq moved off to solo and got a lil' crib of his ownThen I bought a Ninja bike and another whip on chromeMy money long, I stand on top of the world and spit on JonesYour album, so what we heard you was comin' soonYeah the song with Alicia Keys, or maybe you said it was LoonI can fit your crib inside my truck, and I'd still have leg-roomThen I can park that whole truck inside my Master BedroomSaw ya DVD you talkin' that ridiculous noiseSister got kids with baby cribs bigger then yoursDanny DeVito duckin' down couldn't even fit through your doorsYou gotta be Kiddin' me BOY!, is you Kiddin' you SURE! (SURE!)
(T.I. Insert)
(Voice Mails left on Chamillionaire's Hotline)
(T.I. Insert)Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shitI'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shitAy I'm the king cuz I said it, I'm the king cuz I said itI'm the king cuz I said it and I mean that shitAy what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shitI'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shitAy what's so special bout him, he ain't all that, shitI set the city on fire and you seen that shit
[Chamillionaire]Stupid you runnin' around like the Messiah isn't a forceThen tell me how did my first album even get on The SourceI was sittin' next to Pimpin' Ken, (was he pimpin'?), of courseBut I was thinkin' bout gettin' with Trina and tryna pimp me a PorscheI can't hand a nigga the rap game now cuz I'm usin' itAin't a underground rapper gon' have it til' I through with itI don't burn bridges (nah), other rappers 'll ruin itI just jump over the bridge and pimp-slap em' for doin' itI'ma embarass ya so bad, that ya label won't say they know yaYou's a good ass promoter, but the fat lady say it's overMixtape Messiah 2 is the bullet I'm savin' for yaAnd 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 voiceI kill a rapper with one verse and the real niggaz rejoiceBut I was forced (do you feel any remorse?) of courseThat's why I'ma show up at his funeral and pop trunk on his corpse
(T.I. Insert)
[Chamillionaire]Yeah, you'll never get on my level, no need to go get a ladderYou better run when I come like a pitcher that hit the batter(You Paid In Full?), nah, but I got alot of respect for HatterEven though niggaz be ignorin' my questions bout business mattersCat tell me to call Hatter, Madd Hatter said call CatI call niggaz about some business, and I never get a call backI just wanted my songs back, but they act like I'm on crackTo drop another Cham' & Paul, we ain't even on contractParta' the game is that, I keep gettin' reminded dailyLabels ahead 'll screw you, that's the business out of it babyNigga was grindin' daily, but suspicions was kinda crazyI had to pretend like I was broke, just to get Paid In Full to pay meIt's crazy, for the label with the reputation for actin' a assLike Rap-A-Lot, what's the label that was always on time with cashGave em' my price, they didn't try to make me go down a tagSo for J.P., Tom, Rad, and Chief, it's done they ain't gotta askAin't a nigga who can persuay me to go back to HouseSo I can hear Dike Jones tell me he got platinum in his mouthThat nigga soft, he ain't never move no crack in the SouthWas in packagin' soft, and he said he stack more stacks then the BossSure you do, I hope that's not a story they told to youYou need to pimp-slap that sick pup and maker who controllin' youYou ain't runnin' NOTHIN'!, only you would go vote for youCuz my pockets got more G's, then a G-Unit quotableG-G-G-G-G-G-Geez, you's a pee-on pleaseWhy is he here somebody please, tell this pee-on leaveAir-condition on my wrist, I stay with free-on sleevesYa stay on D, like defenders durin' three-on-three'sMy momma moved out the hood to a 5 bedroom homeRasaq moved off to solo and got a lil' crib of his ownThen I bought a Ninja bike and another whip on chromeMy money long, I stand on top of the world and spit on JonesYour album, so what we heard you was comin' soonYeah the song with Alicia Keys, or maybe you said it was LoonI can fit your crib inside my truck, and I'd still have leg-roomThen I can park that whole truck inside my Master BedroomSaw ya DVD you talkin' that ridiculous noiseSister got kids with baby cribs bigger then yoursDanny DeVito duckin' down couldn't even fit through your doorsYou gotta be Kiddin' me BOY!, is you Kiddin' you SURE! (SURE!)
(T.I. Insert)
(Voice Mails left on Chamillionaire's Hotline)
