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(feat. Everybody) [Hook: Chamillionaire] The industry is sayin that boy got skills In the streets are sayin that boy so real Give the boy a track and that boy Chamill Always give ya somethin that boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel [Jeezy:] Still in the streets still stickin to the plan, All this ice on me got a frosted out hand(hand), White colored lamb lookin like a snowman(man), Hundred karat chain see the neck they like, "dayuuum" Chea! Ya'll know me, F the industry I'm still the same ol G Serve to the streets till you lames OD Mixtapes like crack The next things on me [Jim Jones:] Some of them be talkin but "snitches" what we call em I be gettin guap way from Houston down To Harlem! (Harlem) Letras de canciones20 deep if it's a problem Tell em it ain't true cause they thinkin we gon rob em(rob em) And you know how we be mobbin Police lady talkn bout the trouble that we causin (keep it movin) you gon have to keep it movin darlin And gon keep on doin what we doin without pausin [Lil Wayne:] Young Millionaire they can't deal with this swagga Feel the banana Will squeeze the hammer I see your forehead it will see the handle We'll eat yo money, We'll feed you ama Ammo/ Wammo I will enjoy, I am nuttin if she slutty Just like Almond & Joy Programs that kill, get beat I destroy So go and get yo money lil duffle bag boy [Plies:] Dope boys gotta feel me, I'm the real type Doin what I really say I do in real life Check out the chain homie this some real ice Hunned Fitty K for it that's the real price Bust it babys wanna get me in the livin room Makin music for the hustlaz and the real goons Let em know album bout to hit em real soon All you rappers gon have to make a lil room [E-40:] I don't know what the problem is Pockets thick as a hippopotamus Breezy lookin at the dash on my top drop tryna see what the mileage is(mileage is) She done flunked out bout 15 somethin colleges Your opinion is as irrelevant as a XXL columnist Foshiggledalepimp So tell that breed she better be a skater(skater) With 360 up outta here is like a pimp me won't date her (uhhhh) I'm the pimp you the one that paid her Pullin off in my scrape for black on black like I'm Darth Vader [B.G.:] Wahhh Hopped off the Porch And homie didn't like dat So now I roll solo and don't even like cats Chain lookn frozen I'm showin an ice pack Loyal to the streets I'll hand ya the mic back I put down my pistol and whodie would get slapped But it ain't even fun cause I know he won't fight back Can't leave the streets They know me just like crack I'm like Uncle Sam yeah homie I write back [Rick Ross:] Otha rappers just be havin million dolla thoughts I'm a rapper that could pull a million out ma vault Do it like a boss Don't matta what the cost White on white phantom sittin fat I gotta floss [Rich Boy:] Nobody sellin that Record labels fallin back Back off in these streets Show em how to get a stack Show these other rappers and these frontin trappers how to act (throw-throw some D's on it) and a pussy go on top of that [Snoop Dogg:] She approached me(mmm), I ain't approach her(her) I had a 40 oz on my coaster You know I wanna hit that west-coaster Candy car blue that's the hue on my roadster And the same color on my lo-lo Got a couple homies with that chronic for the low-low (foshodo)and I ain't with the snitchin that's a no-no That's why I'm ridin solo and I'm lookin out for popo [Bun B:] I'm off the meter They want me to let em know what's the deal(deal) Cause I'm a Texas player that's only gon keep it Trill(trill) You ain't gotta look for no longer the trill is here(here) No need falsifyin them fakers gon disappear(disappear) Prolly should'ntgive a trill rapper the mic Cause he gon keep that realness and trill ish that they like(like) And the street credibility gon match to the hype(hype) Talkn bout u you keep it gangsta only happen in mic(mic) [The Game:] NWA no manners and bad grammar Surrenderin for what no wavin the bandanna Tell the tool man how I handle the damn hammer Tryn pump me and I'm breakin that man camera Just tell MTV to send the doctor the bill And if the bill make it there, you'll need a doctor foreal Keep a choppa on the seat to keep the watch on the wheels Mashin in the Lamborghini like the cops on the Hills [Jay-Z:] I ain't even writin homie I just press record I know you say it's great b4 I make it to the chorus Hear ya lil voice, tryn make a lil noise Til I let you lil boys see my picture in the forbes Tell forbes to get it str8 Cause they gon have to account for what I do with the tapes I never bounce a check I don't even bounce to the bank G5 everywhere get a million miles on the tank [Hook] [The Dream:] Shawty rock to the beat for ya boy Shawty do it (eh-eh) Got a fleet for the toys Whole bunch of blue whips Gettin cheddar (cheddar cheddar) I be gettin cheddar (cheddar cheddar) You know I be grindin grindin grindin daily Grindin grindin grindin daily From Letras Mania