Uh! Looks like another win for me
It's an ultimate victory, Chamillitary mayne!
Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (Everybody get Lower!)
Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (Everybody get Lower!)
Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (Everybody Get.. low!)
Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (Chamilltary!)
Everywhere that I go-ooo-oooh
Let 'em stay loco while I'm 'bout to hit Japan
That G4 get me out when I get in a jam
You gotta go international to get with Cham'
Roamin' on ya phone? (oh!) I betcha switch ya minute plan
Let these other rappers beef, while they arguin'
We be runnin' in with the bags to get all the grams (grams)
Take it outcha hands (hands), take it outcha hands (oh!)
Money talks, only language that I understand
I heard that Puff and Jay was worth over three hundred mill' (yeah)
That mean this year I gotta put it in three hundred gear (yeah)
You on a treadmill homey, you just runnin' still
You sense the rap but all the other rappers love the field
I got the plaque but now I'm back for the reload
We know, I'ma still stick to the street code
Tell me what the industry is lookin' at me for?
'Cause he sold platinum and they didn't think it would be gold
Now they tryna tell me that there will never be more
But these flows are sure to be a (oh!) to your ego
Yeah I'm from the South, they try to tell me that we slow
But it's ironic how ya tryna keep up with me though
Everywhere that I go-ooo-oooh
Oh! Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low (Everybody Get low!)
Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low (Everybody Get.. low!) {*gun shot*}
Ultimate Victory, I'm back for the reload
But we know, I'ma still stick to the street code (Everybody get low!)
You see somethin' pretty in the middle of the road
Bouncin' off rims like a brick at a free throw (Everybody get low!)
I told 'em tomorrow I'ma be on BET
Look at all the free clothing that they came and gave to me (Everybody get oh!)
I told 'em tomorrow I'ma be on MTV
Look at all the jewelry, my jeweler gave to me for free (Chamillitary mayne!)
I'm winnin' so keep the hatin' to a minimal
Y'all need to all give applause to the general (oh!)
I'm hearin' how y'all talk in ya interviews
Y'all really all just be talk like interludes
Poppin' at the mouth (oh!), while I'm poppin' tags
Fifty thousand in my pocket, pants gotta sag
Magazine crtics always talkin' like they bad
Never in the streets tryna hide behind a pen and pad
But it's okay! I know why you gettin' mad
'Cause you know I got a lotta whatever you never had
Gotta better pad (oh!), gotta better slab
We gon' keep it movin', try ya best to get a cab
Remember you was jammin' Master P
Now that Houston super hot, you tryna ask for me
They be askin' for a verse, they don't even ask the fee
Tellin' me how many bars to spit, like that's for free
ANNNHHH! Try again, sorry, better luck next time
Unless I'm sleep, the only time it's not, let's grind!
Y'all need to stop like the words on the red sign
Unless I'm pointing somethin', tellin' ya, "Get down!" {*screwed*}
Oh! Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low
Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low
Not a criminal!