For the Og's Lyrics Get It Shawty Remix Lyrics Ball With Me Lyrics Get It Shawty (Remix) Lyrics « Back to the list of albumsAlready Dead Intro Lyrics Hey there little fella I know you missed me You’re a mean little fella aren’t you? Here lizard lizard lizard Major pain major pain Hustlers and my players let’s talk to these haters (Pain) Do your boy a favor turn right to your neighbors (Pain) We got of the majors but still doing major (Pain) Nobody can save ya when Koopa bring that major pain (Pain) Left, Left, Left, Right Left, Pain, Left, Left, Left, Right Left, Pain Left, Left, Left, Right Left, Pain, Left, Left, Left, Right Left Nah I won’t let them turn me pop even though my little niece like Justin Beiber Yeah I made that song Ridin' Dirty but that should let ya know that I clutch a heater Yeah I got played by Michael Jordan and I swear MJ he such a diva Moral of the story is I don’t care cuz yeah I’m still here plus I don’t need ya

Yeah I met a girl at taco bell that slipped me her number in a fajita Funny thing is I ain’t order that, I took that ho back and got her pita Why I gotta get back on my throne on and keep turning these fake fans to believers Yeah I got a call from my major label I swear I hung up tha receiver Do you wanna be successful so bad that you know you would do it ever? Would you be the one to jump the ship to be safe or hold that ship together? Would you be the chick that try to leave when you can’t live like Cinderella? Would you be broke and chill with god or you would be rich and with the devil? What you gonna do when the music stops or would you still do this accapela? That decision is really yours and it really ain’t much that I could tell ya What I know is that I ain’t you and my words I’ll be the realest ever Chamillitary will rain forever just know I ain’t talking about the weather Right and then left (left) right and then left (left)

March with me forever soldier take another step (step) March with me forever soldier take another step This is for you know who and don’t you ever be mislead I know just how I said it and I meant just what I just saidadare waterford crystal chandelier I feel as good as ever when I hop outta my bedchandelier fleuron france Baby you ain’t living life you must be already deadchandelier 2097/30 About “Already Dead Intro” This song is the intro to Chamillionaire’s 2011 mixtape Major Pain 1.5. A dedication to critics who believe that if an artist isn’t on a major label then they are no good or washed up. This is his attempt to debunk that myth. It samples the theme music from the movie Dead Silence.

War to Your Door Gotta Be The BaddestMurder They Wrote Lyrics Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear Runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear I look like a chandelier you can point the camera here Alert TMZ, because the man is here Hey, I'm so photogenic, gratzi paparazzi I'm looking like money you try'na get it watch me Just got my pilots license and a fly ride Only difference is I don't drive I skydive Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind I'm in sumthin' jet blue, no top, butter skin I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left (???) Y'all talking wood wheel but a nigga really turnin (hey) First class killa, y'all niggas coach Y'all get slices, I get loafs Mile high club, elite access I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas Southwest (YEAH!) Let's talk money cause I'm bout that Man Killa you broke, yeah I so doubt that I know you haters would like to see a nigga off note But I am not a singer if that's what'cha hope

I'm three times crazy like the boy out the oak Man I'm the shit, (I'm the shit) y'all shit don't float (hey) Bitch ass niggas keep dropping that stoap While I walk in this booth and keep dropping that dope I'm gettin green like Scope, bitches gargle my dick And I a in't even gotta ask cause they swallow don't spit Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit I hear you niggas records you ain't talking bout shit (YEAH!) Psycho-path whip, suicide on the damn doors Gucci backpack I ain't never rock Jansport Green paper stacks from the ceiling to the damn floor Dollar signs money M.O.E. is what I stand for Slab cars out for the hell of it when get boy Black Chevy, black Dodge, black Lac, black Porsche Black seats, black floors, black skin, black Porsche Freak bitches tell me is my pants is a black horse Vote for Barack, shit we all made a black choice Neck already platinum what the fuck I need it plaque for?

Black diamonds in the wrist, well time to add more Black hoes, black whores, white bricks, black source Black Jordans, ice grill, rose gold, yella boy Drankin' on that medication syruped out skelator Legendary with the blue pill call me Eddie George Run it like a running-back, projects door-to-door We say forty-fo' y'all say forty-four Dirty south, different slang, different kane, better drugs Bigger bucks, sniffin' mugs, what up blood, what up cuz Y'all make it rain and drizzle, we make it rain and flood Boys say they hustlin' but lying like welcome rugs Duece fo's on each car I ride in like Kobe, brah Underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs Just in case they try to jack it like Lettermans I'm so sick I need more than Exced'rins Asthma attack tracks like Kanye, no hesitance Y'all niggas jock Lil Ray swag it's irrelevant Get so much brain I am filled with intelligence Ed Hardy* jean pockets deep full of gelaton