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Won't Let You Down
Chamillionaire
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Chamillionaire Feat. Bun B, Lil Flip, Rob G, Famous, Jayton, Slim Thug, Lil O, Young Redd, Big Pokey, Lil Keke, Esg, Troublesum, Z-Ro, Trae, Pkt, Willie D, Corey Mo, Mike Jones, Gt, Chingo Bling, Magno, Yung Ro, Kiotti,Raw Lt, Boss, Grit Boys, Big Mike, Scarface, Pimp C & K-Ci - Won't Let You Down (Super Extended Texas Version) Intro - Chamillionaire + (Woman) Chamillionaire dot com YouTube dot com slash ChamillionaireTV Log on right now and look at me Happy New Year's, it's two thousand and eight Let's get this cake Hahahaha...It's a movement! (Chamillitary mayn!) Woo! Chorus - K-Ci + {"{"}Chamillionaire} I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money Lord knows, I gotta get that paper {"{"}THAT'S RIGHT! I GOTS TO GET IT BABY! GET IT!} The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how I won't let you down, won't let you down {"{"}NAWFSIDE, SOUFSIDE, H-TOWN, STAY DOWN!} I won't let you down, won't let you down I won't let you down, won't let you down {"{"}HA! I GOT THE ENTIRE STREETS OF TEXAS WITH ME, AND WE READY TO RIDE!} I won't let you down, won't let you down {"{"}STILL STANDIN STRONG! YEAH! LET'S GET IT!} I won't let you down Verse One - Chamillionaire + (Ad-Libs) From the underground to majors, I'm a pro at gettin paper So you know a Texas playa gotta shine (we gotta shine baby!) We ain't worried about you fakers; we for sure gon keep it gangsta Ridin four's and shakin haters all the time (that's all the time!) R.I.P. to Big Moe, HAWK, Pat and DJ Screw You know that we gon keep it trill and hold it down (you know we gon continue to hold it down baby!) Cause the hustle's never slowin, we gon grind and keep it goin (gotta keep it goin for all the fallen soldiers!) And you know we'll always keep you on our mind we won't let you down (R.I.P. PIMP!) Verse Two - Bun B Sun down til the sun up, you know big Bun up Tryna get his paper and his gun up, can't let these haters get one up On me, or try to run up, gotta leave 'em done up and did up You wanna get down, get up, I'll leave you hit up and split up So pay attention, sit up, and keep your eyes on the target That's Bun Beater the king, he be goin the hardest Not only is he the trillest, but he's also the smartest Gangsta slash rap artist and he won't let you down Verse Three - Lil' Flip + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} {"{"}AY!} Let me tell you a lil somethin bout a G like me I gotta a whole bunch of money and a whole bunch of **** Rap ain't dead, the trap ain't dead We still gettin bread in my hood with D-Red Tell me what rapper, you know with a grip in the bank account with five in it You losin shit, I'm Scrooge McDuck, my money piles, I dive in i Pimpin and mackin, I'm stackin my paper, you haters better fall back Is the south whack? hell no, and rest in peace to Big Moe The cheaper my work, my beeper alert, all day and all night We ride gray, we sell white, we buy haze and pour up Sprite Verse Four - Rob G + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} {"{"}UH! YEAH!} From writin these lyrics, flippin these pages Hopin you hear it, sit in amazement One of the realest, one of the greatest, ever to drop, rockin the stages I dedicate this, to all the people who hated Thought for a second that I wouldn't make it You were mistaken, you gotta face it Rep That Block, 'H' in ya faces This for my town, promise that Rob will not let you down Times is ugly, you love me then trust me, I must be the one who will bring back the crown Just look around, a man from a swat who Kept it real when the game said not to Bring back rap, I think I'm bout to, don't worry you know I got you Verse Five - Famous + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} + (Ad-Libs) {"{"}I'M FAMOUS!} It's L-I-L Ken, re-reppin 210 That's San Anton,"huh?", well act like you knew then They askin \"who? when?\", b***h stop playi I stick my d**k in your mouth, and **** what you sayi And check my resume and see that I'm all the way live That's right; I need the whole Pacific to swallow my pride I put my city on my back, then put it on the (map) It's Mr. Deuce Dime, I won't let you down Verse Six - Jayton Slow loud and bangin, we back in the loop Fresh out the pen, now I'm back in the booth Only thing I let down is the top on the coupe Boys hatin on the H, but we still gettin loot You do it for the fame; I do it for the block For the ones in the grave, and the ones on lock We next up lookin for the number one spot Tell them other rap cats they can keep the hip-hop Money don't stop, I'ma get it all day New paint on the whip, insides all gray Other boys left, but the south gon stay Ain't no way you gon forget about Jay- Ton, same ol' Hoover gangsta Got up in the game, to expose the ****stas A.B.N. gang keep a loaded chamber Tell the whole world that they ass in danger Verse Seven - Slim Thug + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} {"{"}HA!} I'm on my block around the clock tryna get it If it get you paid, I did it, got caught, got acquitted Got out, and got back up on my grind again Cause you gotta play the game if you tryna win And hustle money ain't for sure, so I ain't tryin to spend Cause the minute you come up, you're back down again I promise I won't let you down momma When it's the first of the month, I'll be around momma Verse Eight - Lil' O + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} {"{"}YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! HEY!} Everybody know that I spit the flow That make a playa wanna fire up and hit the dro Or pour up real big and shake before And knock off a Lamborghini, and lift the doors Right now they yellin out "game is sold!" Killin that remix, getcha dough Do it for the Fat Pat, Screw and Moe B.G., Gator, HAWK and the Mafio And everybody know I don't play no games I am off the chain, I got awesome chains I got awesome things, to get me awesome brain When I pull up at the club, I be flossin mayn Fat Rat With The Cheese, from the S.U.C. I don't gotta brag, I'ma triple O.G. All the H-Town proud of little ol' me Give the Lil' O a rest, I could flip the whole key, WHOA! Verse Nine - Yung Redd This rainy day, manage the workout plan I'm countin so many hundreds; I need another pair of hands Black Colleywood, where the fiends the only fans Sell it out, Riesco, supply and demand My elevator goin up, how could I ever let 'em down? 550 takin off, swear it just left the ground What's the value of a dollar, if you couldn't pay your bills? All we know is power, now tell me what life is, YUNG REDD! Chorus - K-Ci + {"{"}Big Pokey} I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money Lord knows, I gotta get that paper The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how I won't let you down, won't let you down I won't let you down, won't let you down I won't let you down, won't let you down {"{"}DO IT FOR THE CITY!} I won't let you down, won't let you down, I'll never let you ****ers down Mayn! I won't let you down {"{"}AY!} Verse Ten - Big Pokey Po, Yo, real get gutty Block 4-oh, 3 wheelin, niggas gunni Put your cleats on cause it's fin ta get muddy It is what it is and we comin for the money Y'all know me I'ma nigga that'll be in your home, just like a nigga got a door ke Do it like Simpson, 'fore I let a nigga hold m Shake a nigga pockets, 'fore I let a nigga owe m One for the money, two for the hoe Three for the 4's with the rubber band vogues S.U.C., M.O.B., Hurricane Sensei fin ta knock down doors City on my back like brand new clothes Album on the way, underground in stores I don't let niggas down, I shut niggas dow Crowd booed me, I'm next to blow Verse Eleven - Lil' Keke + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} {"{"}AY!} Pound for pound, ups and downs, but I'm still real Chasin paper, money runnin like a treadmill I'm just a G, in the street game, we raise numbers I never let you down, I never disappoint ya I'm up extra early, posted like a war soldier My hustle hard, like I cut it with some baking soda Heart of a gangsta, to the grind mayn, I'm so committed Lord knows if I see the paper, I'ma get it Verse Twelve – E.S.G. + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} {"{"}H-TOWN!} When Cham sent me the track, he had Pimp C on the song 'Fore ESG could spit on this remix, we seen Pimp C was gone 'Nother king taken off the throne, told Bun B he's not alone Might not be here in the flesh and bone New address, yeah heaven is home Make sure we carry that legacy on Like M-O-E, in every song Put they name in the trunk, then we gon pop and swang in the 'llac or the Chevy on chrome Like Vince Young, I run through songs Slow it down like Screw did homes ESG a million sold independent, I ain't talkin ringtones Verse Thirteen - Troublesum Here come the Trouble, so move Can't knock my hustle, gon lose Got twice the muscle, paid dues Twice a grind to prove I make moves like my name was Tom Cruise Mission Impossible, impossible to fool Down south baby, I'll show you what it do I never let you down H-Town, I'm comin through In the cherry lollipop drop, Gucci flip-flop Posted up on the block, and my hustle you can't knock, nigga Verse Fourteen - Z-Ro 24/7, 365, tryna get rich is on our mind Houston, Texas, we ain't nothin but some go getters and some trendsetters, and we stayin on our grind Remember when the world said down south rappers couldn't rap Now the down south rappers all across the map Represent my city, and I'ma wear it on my back It's official, goddamn right, the south is back Even though we ain't never really went nowhere, we always been here We make good music, and we stack big money and we act bad, all goddamn year Gotta give it to us, cause if not we gon take it and never give it back, that's just how it's gon go but ain't a damn thing change, you can still count on Z-Ro, HA! Verse Fifteen - Trae If you're lookin for the south, you can tell 'em I'm home On the block, you can tell 'em I ain't leavin til it's gone Thinkin I ain't, you can tell 'em they wrong When I pull up, blast house with the roof half gone If it come to gettin paid, understand that I got 'em Sit back, broke, I'ma show 'em that I'm not Now in the hood, four times, tryna rock Yea, I'm from the streets, no way you finna block them Mouth full of rocks, yea, money well blown Every time I talk now, money will show But just because I rap, don't think I'm flak I hop in all black, and still run up in your home Trae the Truth, I got hustle and flow I do it for the boys tryna hustle and score Every hour, every day, til my body gets sore One hundred percent that my hustle is swole Verse Sixteen - PKT + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} + (Ad-Libs) {"{"}AY!} I'm so destined to be the greatest true, symbol of what my state is of Little bit of Chad Butler (PIMP!), mixed with a little bit of Robert Davis (SCREW!) P-K-T rep for the H til the day that they lay me off in my coffin I'ma continue the legacies of Big Mello and both of the Hawkins I do it for love, you do it for dough You do it for fame, I do it for Moe Do it for the hood, Acres Homes 44 Family over everything, get it do it for the Foe (F-O-E!) To hell with not lettin you down, I'm tellin ya now, I ain't lettin you go For better or worse, until death do us part, I'ma rep for the H in the cold Verse Seventeen - Willie D + (Chamillionaire) From day one I repped my city, New York, got booed out there Best part was one year later, my group sold out Madison ****** It's hard but it's fair, you ride for me I ride for you, regardless fool No matter what it is, with Willie D on your team it's gon be kinda hard to lose Had a rapper come down, I hit him with a big, cause he was talkin trash His bodyguard jumped off stage, (what did you do?) got dead in his ass (ha!) Go tell that to all those skanks, that think we're all about candy paint High cappin, catch around, H-Town, I won't let you down Verse Eighteen - Grit Boys {"{"}AY! AY!} Okay I'm G-boy fresh, way flyer than the next guy Southside rider, if you with me throw your sets high From Sunnyside to the Park, back to the Southwest side But if you got a problem with it you can G-F-Y (GO **** YOURSELF! We the best and the rest is B-F-I Been down with Paul & Cham since the Get Ya Mind Correct times We all grinders, and this is go get it music G-R-I-T Boys, we'll never let you down Houston Verse Nineteen - Corey Mo + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} {"{"}YEAH! UH!} Me and my hustle bag, on the block, on the clock 24/7, you better shit or get up off the po Mayn I'm from Hustle City, gots to keep my hustle with me At all times, I got my mind on my grind pimpin I never let ya down, let ya fall or let ya drown Cause I'ma go for mines, rain or shine, every time Corey Mo gon get his, so I hope you get yours You gots to eat to live partner, we ain't got no choice Verse Twenty - Mike Jones + (Ad-Libs) H-Town, got it on my back Chrome 84's on the Cadillac I stack stacks and stack plaques (stack plaques, stack plaques) Ice Age, we run the town Ice Age, we shuttin 'em down As long as I make it multiply (multiply, multiply) My new album is on the way When you say my name, you say I'm paid H-Town, we here to stay (here to stay, here to stay) (MIKE JONES!) A millionaire, can you match that? Two time plaque, can you add to that? Eleven cars, can you handle that? (handle that, handle that) Verse Twenty-One - GT + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} {"{"}UH! AWWWW! OKAY! GT MAYN!} I got stock in my block, I'ma jock that rock and I ain't talkin MTV My mp3's won't let you down, got it locked down like Timby Three's 7-1-3, 2-8-1, 8-3-2, that's what I claim See my aim's, to shut down every MC that's caught up in this game Mean as a rock, GT don't play, I scratch and mix and rap all day H-TX comin soon, super tight, UGK Classic material, gotta milk this game like cereal I'm smooth like butter, but not Parkay, my reign is so imperial Chorus - K-Ci + {"{"}Chingo Bling} I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money Lord knows, I gotta get that paper The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it, get it Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how I won't let you down, won't let you down I won't let you down, won't let you down I won't let you down, won't let you down {"{"}CHINGO BLING!} I won't let you down, won't let you down {"{"}COME ON! CHINGO BLING! ARRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOO!!) I won't let you down Verse Twenty-Two - Chingo Bling + {"{"}Over Chorus} I own my mansions, **** a belly, sun shinin on my pink When it come to independent, who you think invented? I'm a money makin problem, don't believe me, ask Asylum Down to the border or Harlem, nigga, you can ask about him (AY! I drop the top in that Lex again (YEAH!) It wouldn't be H-Town without Mexicans (UH-UH!) And it ain't been the same since they put 'em in the ground (ain't been the same!) Verse Twenty-Three - Magno + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} {"{"}MAGNO YA HEARD?!} Got an old school, tan wood, my grind's harder than a canned good My fan base expands hoods, so don't question their fan hood I smelled the money, knew the odor I'ma rep H-Town I'm the newest soldier Kid with the arch ooo he polar, hustle harder than Louie Scoller Reppin the block, cause the block where I hang CD get copped, cause it's hot and it bang From the beat to the rock, kid, rocks his thang Won't let you down like a top in the rain Got fans that's Crip that'll bang that metal Fans so Bloody that they claim vessel Fans like dyin they change for the better can't let you down, never, ever Verse Twenty-Four - Kiotti + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} + (K-Ci) {"{"}OH! YOU SEE...} I won't let down my city, I can't let down my fans Got my Money Morris on, from a boy to a man Mayn, hard body 'iotti, do you know what I do Wreck mics go hard, man I pity the fool, my city the fool A whole lotta gorillas here like RAWR!, my cities a zoo Southeast Beach, welcome to my town Where the slab's like a crab when it's movin around Lotta rappers used to be the movement, I'm movin' up and they movin down Black girl in my lap, girl, in that 'llac girl, when I move around I lied, made a promise to my town, (I won't let you down) Verse Twenty-Five - Raw LT + (Ad-Libs) Let you down, never that The top on the drop now that's a bet Raw LT, raw like that Countin my stacks in the back of the 'llac The queen of my city, yes I is It go both ways when I rock my hips Collect more figgas, roll with gorillas Can't let the track Breathe cause my name not Jigga Roll with my fam, B-B-H, category six, gon evacuate I rep for my hood, dubs all in ya face And I would appreciate if you'd give me my space (yeah!) Cause y'all ain't talkin bout nothin (naw!) Y'all lame chicks steady bumpin (what?) Raw LT, I hold the crown ain't no takin it from me Verse Twenty-Six - Grit Boys + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} + (Ad-Libs) {"{"}GHEA!} G-Boy general, salute me in ya presence (ghea!) Ghetto g****l, gon call me the reverend (ghea!) Words hit you in your head like Excedrin Tone down your voice, you're talkin to a veteran This for HAWK, we gon grind til the last lick That bastard, flow classic Game sick, and famous like Magic Pocket full of bread, actin like I never had shit Verse Twenty-Seven - Paul Wall The streets is talkin and they tellin me to go get that cake No time to waste, I can't wait, cause I got bread to break These boys is fake, they bumpin they gums, sayin they payin dues But they preoccupied up in the mall, buyin they gal shoes I'm motivated by the diamond chains and ice grills The Johnny Dang watch in the Cadillac on vogue with cradle wheels I'm cash collectin, still trill, chasin the dollar bill My appetite is never filled, for chasin after these meals, I GOTTA GET IT! Verse Twenty-Eight - Boss Lil' Boss, tryna get a plaque to the house A.B.N. representin, I'm all about the cross Every time I touch a microphone it's all about the south I be wreckin the feature, that's why I'm always takin off I be up in the mornin for the first worm I make 'em get it straight like ya first perm I'm a G in the streets, you better first learn I'm paid, still spendin what I first earned When it come to doin this, I'm doing it for the trap In the bottom of the gutter, I'm reppin it for the map Feed me the clip, I'm protected by the strap It's real over here, give a damn about a rap I won't let my state down and that's for sure T-E-X-A-S we in the do' Raw nigga hizzout, it's about to sho If it ain't gangsta, then it's got to go Verse Twenty-Nine - Grit Boys I keep a glock in the glove box, where the title's at I don't sleep, I don't eat G, if I don't mash Writin raps, rockin shows, that's a minor task The hardest part is acceptance, today could be my last Grid Iron, Grit Boys, HAWK was my mentor Focus on the future, sights sharper than a pitchfork Down with Cham since the Color Changin Click days Ghetto Reality, take a seat and witness history Verse Thirty – Yung Ro + (Chamillionaire) Yeah, I worked the nine-to-five, punchin the clock Check-to-check, wearin a uniform, that didn't work out So I left that alone, but then my stomach started rumblin Ate oatmeal for days, what you know about it?, nothin! Then that call came from Koop to come back to the streets (come back to the streets!) Signed the deal, bought a house and a slab in the same week (hold up!) Now I'm Swervin like Boosie when I'm ridin the streets Smokin dro, climbin the ladder like ESG (keep goin mayn!) Nice flows and shows, oh for sure, we grind On that row, stackin this dough and autograph signin And I gotta remind 'em, the name that's runnin the game (Tell 'em the name they say is runnin' the game...Chamillitary mayn!) Verse Thirty-One - Chamillionaire Our time has come, and your time has passed Get out the way while I grind for cash Money in the bank, and the rest be stashed When it's all done, I will not be last Y'all know me, y'all gon' see Ben Franklin is my homie E-Y-E's is all on me So Lay It Down, like 'Ball & G Naw, I can't be commercial, show 'em how to bring it to the streets for all my dogs Ridin dirty, flyin birdie, pop the trunk when I pass the laws "Houston do we have a problem?", obviously the answer's "naw" Ball hoggers won't pass the ball, I'ma steal that rock, then pass to y'all Verse Thirty-Two - Big Mike + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} + (K-Ci) + Chamillionaire {"{"}YEAH!} The OG's back from the system, picture me lettin you down Can't see that day ever happenin, not at all, no way and no how I'm from the gutter, you from the gutter, we still gon make it Still gon represent what the streets taught us, it's hard to shake it Where we go, we take it, we chosen for holdin it down Respect the hustle, we gettin it, yeah they knowin us now Big Mike I'm one hunnid, for real, ain't no hoe type can see me A born Gert Town hound, who (won't let you down) KEEP GOIN! Spit for my ghetto children, I'd die just to be their voice No one else there to chant for them and I'd die just to be their choice My focal point be this vocal joint that I lay as guidelines My savior be my example, shinin after I die Verse Thirty-Three - Scarface + {"{"}Over Previous Verse} + (Chamillionaire) {"{"}YEAH!} Money my motive, my mission is to be holdin At least two hundred million and more, cause if I'm closin I want it to where it's set up, for the next generation of Jordan's So that next generation of Jordan's, can have it easy That's why I'm out here movin this work Create a legacy, avoidin Kennedy's curse My heart beats heavenly, I love you son for all that it's worth And down to die if it came to the worst (talk to the streets 'Face!) This for my niggas in struggle, just know I love yo Regardless to the pressure, I'm knowin you got to hustle Cause nothin came to us easy, they planted us in tombstones They quick to bury us niggas, that's how they do home My uncle told me, tell my niggas to rea Cause we in danger, got every city under a siege A total stranger, could say you've sold a couple of keys And got you locked and they won't let you leave Verse Thirty-Four - Pimp C + {"{"}Sung} {"{"}You call in some cars, I be in jets Google "Pimp C", I'm all over the internet That paint over the 'llac is so glass UGK for life, I need to teach a pimpin class}, UH! Cause I'm, gettin my paper, reppin my house Say what I want to out my mouth Fifteen years, I'm what it's about Atlanta the south, that's no doubt Pimp a snitch, you'se a clown Say my name, it's gon go down Rent your car, you rent your house Kiss that girl, I been in ya mouth, UH! End Chamillionaire Feat. Bun B, Lil Flip, Rob G, Famous, Jayton, Slim Thug, Lil O, Young Redd, Big Pokey, Lil Keke, Esg, Troublesum, Z-Ro, Trae, Pkt, Willie D, Corey Mo, Mike Jones, Gt, Chingo Bling, Magno, Yung Ro, Kiotti,Raw Lt, Boss, Grit Boys, Big Mike, Scarface, Pimp C & K-Ci - Won't Let You Down (Super Extended Texas Version)
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