"Get Ya Umbrellas Out"
[Intro - Chamillionaire]
(Cheah, cheah, cheah, cheah)
(Chamillitary mayne)
We just warmin up though
(Cheah, cheah, cheah, cheah)
(Chamillitary mayne)
Yeah, yeah, let me get ready
(Cheah, cheah, cheah, cheah)
(Chamillitary mayne)
Mixtape Messiah Part 2 is what you tuned into
Until we get to Mixtape Messiah Part 20, lets go
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]
I'm like a legit criminal doin dirt in the underground
Everybody smilin, I'm knowin it's cause I run it now
'Bout to bring the rain, just so they know how the thunder sound
Cheah, cheah, get ya umbrellas out
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
You ain't never been a baller, ya always livin to be
Money ain't tall. all of y'all is my Mini Mes
Picture y'all, ever doin it big as me
Slimmer than the chances of y'all gettin rid of me
Uh, uh, take it easy on 'em (take it easy on 'em)
Uh, uh, now "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer" ("Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer")
Uh, uh, now take it easy on 'em (I cock the hammer, bam)
Uh, uh, now "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer"
Yeah, the Air Forces with the suit, but does that make me a weirdo
Took out the grill, they no longer see how the grill glow
I hear ya talkin but it's hard for me to hear though
Hearin gettin blocked by this 10 karat earlobe (woo)
You know me, got "Revenge" and that was last year
Criminal, all the awards gettin snatched, cheah (cheah)
Comin with Ultimate Victory, now it's clear
That Chamillionaire comin with Heat like I'm Shaq's peers (haha)
I shoplift a rapper for his "Number 1 Spot"
Trespass for the cash and stack up a whole knot
And then I mash on the gas, gotta go, here come cops (pppum)
[Break - Chamillionaire]
We outta here (uh, take it easy on 'em)
Mixtape Messiah Part 2, we almost there baby (Uh, uh and "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer")
Until we get to Mixtape Messiah Part 28 (Uh, uh, take it easy on 'em)
Y'all know what it is, Chamillitary mayne (Uh, uh, "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer")
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Lookin at my cars and my clothes, black on black's the new thing
"What you lookin at nigga?" startin to be the new slang
Black on black crime and black on black rhyme, all the same
Realize through seein eyes that we F'in up the game
The originators didn't survive, rappers really your bastards
And the Phantom Rolls Royce is really your caskets
A bunch of babies and ladies, period rappers
The naggin keeps goin and goin with no period after
Hall pass, pass, pass, Screw too it's a shame
Some say the purple syrup was the root of the blame
Some call it a Screw, so people remember the name
The rest sellin tapes screwed, tryna eat off his fame
Now I use half of my mind capacity, smarter people just have to be
Sarcastic critics ain't gettin it, if you laugh at me
I'm from the south, where your mouth will make you a casualty
Criticizin me, but your snap dancin to "Laffy T"
Yeah, yeah, anywhere on the planet
I seen you all doin that Joc dance dammit
One day I'ma make a classic, if I haven't
Hater is a hateration, the Me-ssiah won't have it
Kill you, they gonna say he was an idiot man
I spit a verse by doin it, the streets give me your praise (haha)
Fans love you in mysterious ways
Major labels callin 'em artists but they really are slaves
Pick a grave, cause every damn one of 'em's like a graveyard
and your just an item on sale like it's Kmart
And the budget you workin with is your pay card
If your budget's low, don't worry, don't even pay for it
Just take it, I hope that you can run quick
I'm a "Undaground Legend" like Hump and Lil' Flip
Money is the case, yeah, usually when it's switched
It's Chamillitary mayne, now say it cause it sticks
Even with Paul, I never tried to steal all his glory
Never begged Swishahouse niggaz to make a hit for me
Naw, I ain't tryna copy his story
Naw, history is me, yeah
[Chorus]
