(Chamillionaire speaking)
This is the-the Sound of Revenge
This is the-the Sounf of Revenge
(ay,ay,ay)You in the presence of the finest-finest(ay)
(ay,ay,ay)Chamiiitary mayne(ay)
(ay,ay,ay)This for the streets, let's give em somethin they can(ay,ay,ay,)
(singing)
m-m-m in the trunk
(Chamillionaire speaking)
(ay,ay,ay)At this point you should be turnin yo speakers up(ay)
(ay,ay,ay)Chamillionaire mayne, let it bumps(ay,ay,ay), it's a southern thang(ay)
(singing)
m-m-m in the trunk (Chamilitary mayne)
(Verse 1)
I heard somebody say that the south ain got no lyricist
Bang-bang at the game like erveyone down here is pissed
You lookin for the truth, then look no further here it is
Turn it up a notch, so they can not say they not hearin this
They say Chamil is sick, click-click heres a clip
Bang-bang at the rap game to make yo spirits lift
And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's d***
(Who?) you, you, you, and you, n**** pick a click
Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry
Got here and I realized that nobody real but me(me)
Ok, a couple n****s, but none of em as real as me
Tell yo favorite rapper he should dis me if he disagree(gree)
My bad I'm actin like yo favorite rapper isn't me
Tell yo favorite rapper who's da best, and show him a picture of me(me)
He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me
So me verse me, that's only battle yall get to see
I'm playin, sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters mad
Perpetratiin' hatin' a**
See me ridin' candy slab(slab)
Disbelieve his a**:
How many vehicle can he have?
I be loosin count myself, and I ain' even that bad at math(math)
Dats how we do it in Texas: poppin trunk, and grippin wood(wood)
We reply to threats(how?) N**** I wish you would
You can keep on talkin(talkin), but that's only if you could
Gotta turn my speaker up. Can you hear em now?(no?) Good.
(Chorus)
Ain' runnin' from a thang, cuz I ain' never been a punk
Drama ain a thang, cuz I can bring if they want
I'm let it bang, so they can feel it in the m-m-m in the trunk
You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the m-m-m trunk
(Verse 2)
This for the street n****z knowin they gotta pee in a cup
Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results
This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope
Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach
Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine
You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime
But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine
Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time
Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up
Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up
The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk
Now I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s up
Money stack it up when they feel they have enough
Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to us
Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut
N****z better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut
A hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt)
Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf)
(Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbert
Bouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervert
Mixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?)
Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts
Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!)
Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse
(Chorus)
Ain' runnin' from a thang, cuz I ain' never been a punk
Drama ain a thang, cuz I can bring if they want
I'm let it bang, so they can feel it in the m-m-m in the trunk
You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the m-m-m trunk
[Verse 3]
You in the presence of the finest
The game is full of fakers, all these rappin n****z front (front)
Controversy Sells, the industry givin 'em what they want (want)
See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up
Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt
Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich
And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip
But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick
(What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my d*** (on my d***)
Can't speak about Texas and not mention me
Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually
I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z
934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree
We never marry a hoe(no), what I'ma marry you fo'
I'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough)
Grave dig a n****, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow
Ron, gonna your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code
(Chorus)
Ain' runnin' from a thang, cuz I ain' never been a punk
Drama ain a thang, cuz I can bring if they want
I'm let it bang, so they can feel it in the m-m-m in the trunk
You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the m-m-m trunk
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