Chamillionaire: Show me what ya got

(feat. Famous)[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]Ch-ch-cheah, your tuned into your boy the ChamillionatorCause I stay killin 'emKnow what I'm talkin 'bout?Mixtape Messiah Part 2Lets go"Hey" - [repeated 7X during the Intro][Chorus 1 - Chamillionaire]This is why I'm hot little mama (woo)This is why I'm hot little lady (Chamillitary mayne)This is why I'm hot shorty (This is why I'm hot) - [4X]This is why I'm hot baby(Tell 'em why)Cause I'm the king of mixtapesMi--mi-mixtapesI'm the king of mixtapesMi--mi-mixtapes[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]Yeah (woo), lookin right at the grim reaper like I don't need the support of yaThe kid standin in the booth is the coronerI hear the track and I murder it with the 40 ofcaliber, that's when they all askin you, what you recordin for?I can't stand that these boys soundin horribleThe rap game full of clowns like a carnival (woo)Your callin me, I'm somewhere over the water broFloatin on a boat, like a logo on a Nautica (woo)We like to blaze, the fire of what you wanted, yeahShe Just Blaze like the producer I got under theAcapella got 'em baggin good down in FloridaGo on put somethin in the air like LaGuardia (yeah)Smoke one for the decease and peace is how their sleepBeef is gonna be, but with me your just dead meat (yeah)Trust me it's bad for ya (yeah), kinda like red meat (meat)Playin with me homie, I promise you'll get beat (beat)I'm on my grind, the album out next week (week)They gonna be silent, like me when the Feds speakGotta punish 'em dozen, I got a ton of 'emLovin in, not in love with 'em, really not here to cuddle hunBut I'll come, I'm just back and they say I'm troublesomeBut I'm way more than some trouble, I'm double sonIf his name's Terminator, I'm other one (other one)He got one, just assume who got the other gunBring it to life, resurrectin the deadNot buyin, stop cryin, make a record insteadI swear that y'all rappers really hurtin my headBut my paper don't stop and you ain't hurtin my breadI ain't worried about a snitch ever alertin the FedsTake it to the old school go and learn it like Red (haha)Take it to the Pro Tools if you heard somethin I saidThat you think you can do better but prepare to be bledThe grinders on the east, be respectin the CThey be like what up Kid? Like the name was CapriYou know the sayin, the sayin is you get what you seeThey see that I'm paid but they can't use they vision on me (haha)So bein broke is what a hater is accustomed to beBoys reachin like the pager that's stuck under the seatYeah, but you could miss me with that thirty versus another coastAt dinner with Nas and Kelis, like here's another toastCause we hot as the rotisserie on the oven roast (roast)Keep it trill and gettin paid is what I love the mostI got a new Lincoln, that top is gettin air time (time)So they call it Lincoln Continental AirlinesChamillitary's the click (click) and isn't fair I'mtoo good (too good), they can't see the flow, (no) ... air rhymesSo go on let a player turn up the oxygenBackin in the paint for the score, better box me in (for the score, box me in, woo)Flawless victory, won't settle for a sloppy winIf you took me out, you gotta put me in your top againAnd I ain't talkin 'bout myspace partnerTalkin 'bout the spot you got as my space partner[laughing][Break - Famous - talking]Texas in the buildingThey like show me what ya got (better show me what ya got)I'm like, hey we cocked a lot (hey we cockin a lot)Chamillitary niggaz run the spot(Chamillitary mayne)"Hey" - [7X][Verse 2 - Famous]Uh huh, I'ma do it like a Texas nigga thoughKnow what I'm sayin? ChamillitaryIf you on top watch your spot and I don't care about the guppies in my district (uh uh)Bitch I'm goin for the big fish and I ain't did shit, put a few tapes outThis beat got some room Cham? (huh), your boy fittin to space out (woo)My flow proven, you lose and I raised out (yeah)That's real talk, I go long like a stakeout (naw)Who got beef? Shit, I make steaks outta niggazWatch the real, bring the fake outta nigga (yeah)Stomp his ice cream, I make shakes outta niggazOh yeah, the flow crack, spit weight for the figuresNow I'm so impatient, can't wait for the figuresSo I'm on the highway, pushin weight for the figuresNigga, I can't wait for them niggazToo bad, they said you was fittin to blow, so I laughedWho gassed, you the fucked up, I'm not for the dumb stuffThem thangs have you leanin like the back of a dump truck (fall back)Pump what, I'ma grown ass man niggaI give a fuck if you rap, I ain't a fan nigga (I ain't a fan)I give a fuck if you clap, I never ran nigga (never ran)So I tell 'em where I'm at is where I stand nigga"Hey" - [repeated 7X during the Break][Break - Famous - talking]2-1-0, San Anton' Texas in the motherfuckin buildingNorthwest boy, fun, yeah, fuck[Chorus 2 - Famous - talking]Now show me what ya got (now show me what ya got)([Chamillionaire:] Fam show 'em what ya got)Yeah, we cocked a lot (haha, yeah)If they ain't run the spotFamous, haha, it's too easy manRun the spot boy (too easy man)I'ma tell the world thoughTwo ten, uh niggaYeah, uh"Hey" - [repeated 7X during the Chorus][Verse 3 - Famous]The 'Tone don't run, I'll tell these boys again y'all 'Tone don't runI'm so hot, I'm so cold, call me frozen sunUp in NY, boys like your frozen son (what you tell 'em man)And I'm the chosen oneAnd that's not to mention all the flows I've doneAnd don't let me get to talkin 'bout the hoes I've run through, who you supposed to beI'm right back on top, where I'm 'posed to beThem ho niggaz left me hangin like a poster beBut naw, I'm back in the mix for 2K6Put that Jacob to your grill, watch your lip little nigletHaha, yeah, show me what it isFamous in this bitch, tried to told 'em I'm the shit (tried to told 'em)I told 'em about back like a summer ago210 on my arm, show you where I'm comin fromSan Anton' Texas on the motherfuckin map man better believe it[Gunshot]