Roll Call Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Attention, little kids 

I know, you're fans of his 

If it ain't no Cham, then it ain't gon' jam 

I threw it off a bridge 

And if it hurts your ears 

And you're tired, of what you hear 

Homie have no fear, the Messiah's here 

We gon' shut it down, this year, yeah 

A.N.I. out in Cleveland, Eminem out in taller 

Lucky Music in Abilene, waiting for my arrival 

Music City in V.A., say hey ain't nobody tighter 

Super Sounds in Atlanta like where that Mix Tap Messiah 

Colorado fa sho, they say that Koopa's on fire 

Ask James at Eackazam, he'll tell you I'm no liar 

Been in the game for a minute, I'm one of the biggest suppliers 

I'm the rapper they waiting for, you the rapper they tired of 

How the hell you say you blew up so quick and then rub it in 

When you ain't seen a royalty check and know nothing 'bout publishing 

I feel sorry for the thirteen year old teenagers, who loving him 

They try to tangle with the sharks but I'm sorry, he doesn't swim 

I'ma rip off another limb, no need for partici-hating 

I suggest that you get to shaking the spot and just switch locations 

I wouldn't stop if he told me, if him and Clark Kent was dating 

'Cause he couldn't spit hotter than me that pussy was kissing Satan 

I know the public is waiting for Controversy to sail 

Most of the rest of the real niggaz locked and ain't made bail 

Pimp, Z-Ro, 50/50 locked up behind jail 

'Cause of snitch figga ass niggaz like Dike Jones trying to tell 

Who? Hell naw, who? Hell naw 

He told me a different story then the one he trying to tell y'all 

Who? Hell naw, who? Hell naw 

I don't wan' diss my old dog so I'ma chunk a deuce for Paul 

Who told DSR that he make more than me and P 

And my nigga Slim Thee, Dike Jones could it be 

You could of praised my whole body and couldn't afford a sleeve 

I don't even drop a CD and still clear more than forty G's 

A month and it's just my check and ain't even got to my savings 

The money the bank is saving, plus the money my safe is saving 

Let's flame him since he say that he blazing 

He blew up quick and nobody was there to save him 

Keep it cool I tried to but you know I'm a rider 

Get respect in Louisiana and all the way down to 

Florida DJ Smallz, Atlanta with DJ Drama 

Off this money I make, I'll probably go hit the Bahamas 

Get respect in Cali, Vallejo they popping collars 

Get respect of the streets, you get respected to tollers 

So what I'm trying to say is, I'ma be here regardless 

I'm the rapper they waiting for, you the rapper they tired of 

Tha-thank you Chamillion, um, you heard it here first 

At WKTB work your booty, Pimp radio station, um 

There seems to be an excessive amount of fraud artists out here 

And we have a couple of artists here that feel the same way 

Uh, let me hear what you have to say here sir 

Let me silence all the talk, can't match up with my vault 

You ain't getting no respect from real G's on the North 

You get put in duct tape, you cupcake you too soft 

Ain't no rapper got broke off this hard since Tha Boss 

I've seen your chain but I how much it cost 

You can't be like E.S.G. and let your body defrost 

Seen the studio that you was saying, was Swishahouse 

But that was Tow Down's studio and that was the South 

You ain't in the dope game 

Real niggaz know, he wasn't moving cocaine 

Real niggaz po' a whole cup of that drank 

Niggaz I know, ain't repeating your name 

What you gonna say now? Dike is a clown 

Come around hurry and you gon' get beat down 

Man hold up I'm in the club, sipping crown 

And niggaz getting tired of Dike Jones in D-Town 

And a one and a two and a three nobody 

Who he messing with? Man it sho ain't nobody 

Pass me the Nina, don't worry I got it 

Whodie I'll blow his chest up, he won't have nobody 

I was gripping on my steal and wood wheel, wood wheel 

Music on the radio, I couldn't feel, couldn't feel 

Popped in a grey tape 'cause I'm trill 

Pussy gimmick nigga, nigga, get real, get real 

But nigga don't make me grab this steel 

Pull it, I'll levitate your crew 

Nigga you don't represent the real 

My nigga, don't ever say you do 

I turn that scene, to a crime scene 

Don't make me, yellow tape your shoe 

'Cause DJ Screw, elevated Screw 

And Screw, elevated you 

Man bring it back, I'm with it