Chamillionaire: 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 intoUntil we get to Mixtape Messiah Part 20, lets go[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]I'm like a legit criminal doin dirt in the undergroundEverybody smilin, I'm knowin it's cause I run it now'Bout to bring the rain, just so they know how the thunder soundCheah, cheah, get ya umbrellas out[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]You ain't never been a baller, ya always livin to beMoney ain't tall. all of y'all is my Mini MesPicture y'all, ever doin it big as meSlimmer than the chances of y'all gettin rid of meUh, 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 weirdoTook out the grill, they no longer see how the grill glowI hear ya talkin but it's hard for me to hear thoughHearin gettin blocked by this 10 karat earlobe (woo)You know me, got "Revenge" and that was last yearCriminal, all the awards gettin snatched, cheah (cheah)Comin with Ultimate Victory, now it's clearThat 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 knotAnd 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 slangBlack on black crime and black on black rhyme, all the sameRealize through seein eyes that we F'in up the gameThe originators didn't survive, rappers really your bastardsAnd the Phantom Rolls Royce is really your casketsA bunch of babies and ladies, period rappersThe naggin keeps goin and goin with no period afterHall pass, pass, pass, Screw too it's a shameSome say the purple syrup was the root of the blameSome call it a Screw, so people remember the nameThe rest sellin tapes screwed, tryna eat off his fameNow I use half of my mind capacity, smarter people just have to beSarcastic critics ain't gettin it, if you laugh at meI'm from the south, where your mouth will make you a casualtyCriticizin me, but your snap dancin to "Laffy T"Yeah, yeah, anywhere on the planetI seen you all doin that Joc dance dammitOne day I'ma make a classic, if I haven'tHater is a hateration, the Me-ssiah won't have itKill you, they gonna say he was an idiot manI spit a verse by doin it, the streets give me your praise (haha)Fans love you in mysterious waysMajor labels callin 'em artists but they really are slavesPick a grave, cause every damn one of 'em's like a graveyardand your just an item on sale like it's KmartAnd the budget you workin with is your pay cardIf your budget's low, don't worry, don't even pay for itJust take it, I hope that you can run quickI'm a "Undaground Legend" like Hump and Lil' FlipMoney is the case, yeah, usually when it's switchedIt's Chamillitary mayne, now say it cause it sticksEven with Paul, I never tried to steal all his gloryNever begged Swishahouse niggaz to make a hit for meNaw, I ain't tryna copy his storyNaw, history is me, yeah[Chorus]