Chamillionaire: Go hard

[Chamillionaire]You in the presence of the finestMy rims twenty-somethin, age twenty-somethinTry to count the millions I done made... twenty-somethin?No homoI go hard! Its goin down, get ready for the showI go hard! Mixtape God stepping through the do'I go hard! Ain't another rapper f-in' with the flowI go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slowI go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slowI go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slowI go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slowI go hard! "Y'all need to stop actin like you slow"I go hard!Ay, I'll go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the clickWho runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you getYou put your neck on the line, the YOU takin a slipDo like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my dickOr I'ma prove that you don't want it with Mufasa, you got theWarnin it's about to get ugly as ChewbaccaBout to make me hot as stew pasta, too salsaHolla in Espanol, cucaracha, tu cacaYou see me sittin in it, you can bet that it ain't rentedSee the fo'-five infinite Caucasian white tintedEyes lookin squinted, they can't tell me that it didn'tPop eyes, like the ball, white got it like spinachChamillitary Mayne, we in the house like tenantsOh dog, I'm a menace, oh Lord, I'm a dentistY'all sound like gimmicks, y'all sound quite finishedAnd all y'all hang around a bunch of clowns like GrimaceMeanwhile on the other side of townPlate full of bullets and another side of roundsI'm too deep, make a pot of a lotta nounsSpit a verse and every person that you love about to drownI'm a shark in a bloody game of Marco PoloDart flyin through the air to mark your poloHaters try to tell me they don't heart my logoOthers love it so they hug it with their heart, no homoYou a bozo and I am no clown, I am the townWhen I step into public, you know it's goin downWhen I step back in the city you already know, it's goin downThat I be overseas gettin them G's fall out please, you know it's goin downLil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account sillyA millie millie, a millie, a millie millie millieI'm movin in it like Diddy, your city's my cityThey try to throw me the kitty, the kitty's like "gimme"Didn't drop for a minute, bootleggers told me they need meLooks like the whole region is ready to BCD meClowns in the H tryna act like they wanna see meI'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like HoudiniYou busters must have snorted that Whitney, I am sick GPeeew, hot, heat seeking missiles be tryna sick meWish he, would try to throw it my way and piss meOff, here's a thought, I make your history a mystery[Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ...Twilight zoneI'm worth two thousand more than me with my ice onI'm a butcher with a weapon baby, I knife songsMo' murder murder, mo' murder, like I like BoneThe only way that you could ever be hotter than meIs if I don't put out no music and that spot'll be freeAlways grindin, any time I ever spotted a GI was on point like a decimal, a dot or a P-E-R-I-O-D, no paper out of my reachShakin Uncle Sam, I keep a lotta receiptsAnd nah Cham ain't never the one to bring no sand to the beachI put the moula in my hand and bring grands to the street, yahPullin up in the newest ish, you ain't never knew existBaby get inside, darling you can smell the newishnessYou can see the platinum, see the clearness and the bluishnessLookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller isUnderground money never disappearsWhen your mixtape, flow and skill is sick as hisKnow its big business, I be on them businessesYou all be actin immature so now I roll with bigger kidsRidin on 28's, my rims clear a lotta conesRidin through the city mayne I hear a lotta clonesKill a microphone like I'm Killa KyleonBout to change my rap name, (to what?) Killa ClinacloneI promised that the mic gon' need a mic toe tagIts still clear, I'm still here and that's despite you're a fagI left the underground alone and nobody came and took itWell guess who's back to take it like good lookinUh, look in the garage, your cars ain't sick as oursI done had the doors ajared on plenty carsI was gettin large while y'all was chillin hardSo the rappers praise the God, (my lord) like synagogueJust when they thought it was haters win, I'ma hurt 'em allJust when they thought it was traitors win, I'ma curve the ballI'm always right but I act like I never heard of wrongAnd I know it all like I'm able to give a nerd a callClark Kent but I'm sure I can make the shirt come offMixtape Messiah 4, its like I'm (click) cocking a burner y'all"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"You know who the streets waiting to see... me"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"Mixtape Messiah part fo', let's goI try to chase the green face like The Wizard of OzTook the yellow brick road, two acquisitive carsDon't wanna hear nothing real? You should be skipping my partsMy swagger get any higher, I'll be sitting on MarsI don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gayI don't switch green names and change up everything I sayI don't let SoundScan allow a lame the right of wayYou could sell ten-million and still be not who I'ma playCar pearly, white as teeth, I guess that you could say I'm flossinSee me and think of green, like Saint Patrick's Day or BostonI lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkinThe underground was dead but I'm about to leave the coffin