Chamillionaire - Somebody Gonna Get Hurt lyrics

[Chorus] I get that paper, I do it major I'm stayin s**er-free and, I'm shakin haters (OHH!) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably [Chamillionaire] My money get jealous, I keep the dough in check The checks bounce, give me cash and give me mo' interest Rick Rock, now I get the dough goin west 20 thou' on the ground, what'chu wanna bet? If I lose I roll another bet to even up Keep lookin for the dough like I ain't seen enough Fully equipped the whip, that would be a plus Hop off the you-know-what and I'ma leave it up (Tell us what you leavin up) The dough on the Lambo' Don't try to be a Rambo or be an example Pa**port paper, ain't a place that I can't go Haters gettin sick 'bout to +Earl+, like Kimbo (ugh!) Go ahead man, smack yourself silly Rubberbands never fit when I package my scrilly Overseas but I'm still the man back in my city Ugh, put the cream on the acne like Diddy (what'chu mean?) Show you how to make 'em put the paper in your face Let the yellow bones know that it's time to skate Pillsbury dough sho' make a lot of cake Time to show all of these s**as how to paper chase The blueprint for the paper, just rewind it back Yeah our money cash cars, I be rhymin that Stay ballin on the base like a Diamondback While you in the crowd gettin mad because the concert packed [Chorus] [Chamillionaire] Two chicks talkin to me on the 3-way Breeze blowin in the hair of my breezy Woodgrain I'ma grab when you see me Oakland in my hand like it's eBay Both chicks beggin me to come to see A No time like I ran out of prepaid If you don't go and give this hotness to the DJ You'll need a Doctor and it ain't gonna be Dre Fans tryin to figure out and try to find who the last verse of the last hearse applied to I could tell you a lie and tell you it's not you But like B on the ScanTron - not true Cause y'all boys is costumes I brush 'em off like the canvas in an art room Bring it on boy, my victory's your doom Your plan was to 'Samity Sam me but it's gone BOOM! [Chorus] [Chamillionaire] Some people hate to see you spendin the new bucks You better not show your animosity to us Hit gon' have the three K's like Klu Klux So bring 'em to the barber that'll give 'em a crewcut Yup! That mean minus a couple Need to be findin your mind instead of findin some trouble Cause it's obvious you lost when we up out of the huddle Ready to blitz, yup - I seen you in outer space like a shuttle Ha ha; one mil', two mil', three, fo' mil' Stayin hungry like I missed the past fo' meals Half a mil' still tell a man "No deal" Ridin with the type of bananas you don't peel Yeah, the type of weapon that don't jam Like most of these rappers in this game that don't man Plus the homie ridin with me is no fan Don't bring the drama wit'chu if you ain't bringin no plan [Chorus]