Ask About Me Lyrics - Chamillionaire

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie 

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie 

Nigga ask, nigga, nigga ask about me 

Nigga ask, nigga, nigga ask about me 

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie 

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie 

Naw mayn I'm not Blood deep or Crip deep, six feet a click deep 

How deep this deep, Nine Mili' clip deep 

With this heat a body builder, turn into a pip-squeak 

They turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end up mince meat 

You'll see, where the mortuary is at I know you miss me 

Snatch the gat plat, and lyrically wreck that ass officially 

I see you live in fairy tale, niggaz better switch beefs 

I'll have the tooth fairy, choke his ass up out of his sleep 

Problem with Chamillionaire, but do they mention any name 

Hell naw you scarecrow, just try your best to be brave 

Got a Smith-N-Wesson, but we know that you gon behave 

On safety, you Locksmith like you could get a key made 

All up on the thang, like lil' girls turn to teenage 

You're really a bunch of hoes, like 6th street at Texas Relays 

Ohio to Chicago, I got niggaz in the PJ's 

Bully skinny, but the armstrong like he was BJ's 

I hear these rapping niggaz, but believe I'm not a fan of it 

I'm here to rid the rap game, of all of it's contaminants 

I'm better than the average, I want her I could have the chick 

Doing the same pose, as Paris Hilton in them camera flicks 

The mathematics get big, 'cause I'm demanding it 

Ripping the rap game, while these other suckas is romancing it 

Ain't worried about his feelings, they don't wanna take a chance with it 

Kissing up to the game, with rose pedals and a candle lit 

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie 

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie 

Nigga ask, nigga, nigga ask about me 

Nigga ask, nigga, nigga ask about me 

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler homie 

I'ma hustler, I'ma, I'ma hustler