Lyrics: Chamillionaire. Mixtape Messiah 4. Roll Call Reloaded.

(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)
20 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