Chamillionaire - Best Rapper lyrics

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Chamillionaire - Best Rapper lyrics

[Talking] (This is your conscience) What you want man? (You can't tell em you the best man) I can tell em whatever I wanna tell em (Nah you can't tell em that) How you gon' tell me that? (That's against the rules man) I make the rules, look look [Verse] Koopa, yeah I used to hoop like hula I'm a god in the game it's the mixtape Buddha Flew to Jamaica for some curry cuz I knew the Residence that was there would say it ain't a kid cooler Montay sent me the track then I laced it with Luda Are you a boss of yourself really ain't no approval Ring looking bluer gave thanks to my j**eler Cause he the reason these snakes in my face like Medusa Sue ya, now I will probably bring in a shooter Put some bank in his bank to keep it gangsta as hoova My name on the bullet, my bullet in the ruger Walk into ya nightmares and introduce myself to ya Like booyah, let em keep my name on your brain I swang at everything your lane gone be my lane Mayne, I gotta get change before it rain My jeans is looking green my change is known to stain Pain! But there is no 'T' I'm still insane As Eminem Jay or Wayne I bet you will feel the same Ashamed, Chamill is the name they gonna blame For letting the news loose you lames is bout to hang Strange how you get a name if millies ain't The only thing in your bank you losers don't really think Chamilli don't get big bank like Hank I don't pick up bucks in armored trucks I pick em up in a tank Bang! Ya already know my diamonds exposed I never wore Kenneth Cole's I'm ghetto down to the toes Pockets is like a drive-thru bank that don't ever close You ever touch any dough my metal gon' hit your nose Pretend like Unk is your conscience and you should walk it out Hope that breaking into my vault ain't what you talking bout Cause I got mo' paper and clips than a new office spot Used to have one bad chick now I can call alot This is not a driveway this is what you call a lot Stay getting guap and just when you think it's gonna stop You put up the top you be riding with a halter top I cut off the top all my whips than hit the barber shop Come to the shop get some rims on your cruiser I can show you big blades quick as Wolverine or Krueger I'm the mixtape ruler, Koopa Ya chick anywhere inside the city I really think that you should move her Who ya think your talking to you should stop I show up at woodstock and turn it to hoodstock Get popped like you got shot with a wood Glock Be eating splinters for dinner who wanna take woodshop Underground king I'm who you supposed to pay homage to Who the heck you talking bout you bout to bring some trauma to Let me give you fakers a quick clue about what I'mma do I'mma run upon you with the quickness like Sonic pewwwww Promise you gonna wake up paler than Madonna do I'mma wake up and touch the green like a farmer do Keep your girl away from me or I'm gonna be haunting you I come after your boo like sandman at the apollo do Stacks in my jeans a hundredfifty worth of rocks All these rubberbands and rocks they call me the slingshot Think hot when you ever see me don't think plot Think you're sharper than a marker you turn to a ink blodge Leak out, when I get a buck I'm bout to nut No h*mo I do it solo my wallet turned to a s*ut Trick what? I never get stuck I get it up She say she wanting a cut this trigger bout to get cut Garages like ours got camera's on each seat Alarms is like bombs stay further than three feet I went and bought three cars I call em a threepeat I went and bought three mo' and I call it a repeat Defeat, is what they gon' get when I arrive You better open your eyes, I bet you gon' get surprised So let me spell it out for those saying I'm telling lies My initials is FU I'm the best rapper alive

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