[Chamillionaire]
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See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
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My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas punch nine
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One what dum-dum, the police gotta come down
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And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done dying
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Raps dying without me, I need to breathe some breath in it
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It seems like it's a shortage, of real niggas left in it
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Ain't no if's and's or but's, somebody is deaf in it
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The game got a lot of rappers, but I am the best in it nigga move
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[Hook]
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Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas coming through
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You can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can do-oo
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We ready, we ready for you
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So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind
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I can make it to the top, when they was saying I would lose
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Now I got my middle finger, talking back to you
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I done paid my dues, to get me respect where it's due
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So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind
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[Chamillionaire]
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Gotta grind, gotta stay on my grind
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If your scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
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If your scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
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If your team ain't my team, get in line and get behind
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I'm next up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and them
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Big E and Em-inem, and I can't even swim
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But ain't too many niggas I know, that go as deep as them
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And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't need a pen
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It's me your kin, the one major labels love to call
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Got Chamillionaire on the line did you get him, naw
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Yep I kept with it, the rapper got slept with it
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Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it
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Niggas criticizing Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
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Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
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Or put your money against my uppercut punch, and let's win it
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Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa
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[Hook]
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[Paul Wall]
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I'm the people's champ, you the people's chump
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You talking BFI trash, but you still a punk
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I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to drive
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I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to catch a ride
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I heard it through the grapevine, you been talking down
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But you be riding my dick, soon as I come around
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I know you see me shining, I know it hurts your heart
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I'm one hundred percent, I've been it from the start
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I always kept it real, you always kept it fake
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I always showed love, you always showed hate
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You think the game owe you, but you ain't got a clue
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If you be good to the game, it'll be good to you
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You claiming that you real, but you like a piece of glass
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I can see through your lies, you falling off fast
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You trying to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
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But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place
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[Hook]
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Respect My Grind
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| Paul Wall |
