Won't Let You Down Extended Remix Lyrics
Artist: Chamillionaire (Feat KC, Bun B, Lil' Flip, Rob G, Famous, Jayton, Slim Thug, Lil' O, Yung Redd, Big Pokey, Lil' KeKe, ESG, Troublesum, Z-Ro, Trae, PKT, Willie D, Grit Boys, Cory Mo, Mike Jones, GT, Chingo Bling, Magno, Kiotti, Raw LT, Paul Wall, Lil' Boss, Yung Ro, Big Mike, Scarface & Pimp C)Album: Ultimate Victory
Year: 2007
[Intro]
Chamillionaire dot com
YouTube dot come slash ChamillionaireTV
Log on right now and look at me
Happy New Years, it's two thousand and eight
Lets get this cake... hahaha
It's a movement (Chamillitary Mayne)
Woooo
That's right
[Chorus - KC]
I'm up early in the morning
Thinkin' about gettin' this money
Lord knows I gotta get that paper (I gots to get it baby)
The hustlas told me that I gotta go and get it (get it)
Now I'm gettin' it the best way I know how
I Wont let you down (northside)
Wont let you down (soutside)
I Wont let you down (h-town)
Wont let you down (stay down)
I Wont let you down
(I got the entire streets of Texas with me and we ready to ride)
Wont let you down
I Wont let you down
Wont let you down
I Wont let you down (still standin' strong, yeah, lets get it)
[Chamillionaire]
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 'bout you fakers
We fa sho' gon' keep it gangsta
Ridin' 4'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 slowing and we gon' grind and keep it goin' (we gotta keep it movin' for all the fallen soldiers)
And you know we'll always keep you on our mind (R.I.P. Pimp)
[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 and try to run up, gotta leave them 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 going 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
[Lil' Flip]
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' about a G like me
Gotta a whole bunch of money and a whole bunch of weed
Rap ain't dead, the trap ain't dead
Still gettin' bread in my hood with D-Red
Tell me what rapper, you know with a clip in the bank account with 5 in it
You losin' fuck, I'm Scrooge McDuck
My money piles, I dive in it
Pimpin' and mackin', I'm stackin' my paper, you haters better fall back
Is the south wack, hell now and rest in peace to Big Moe
The cheaper my work, my beeper alert, all day and all night
We ride grey, we sell white, we buy haze and pour up Sprite (won't let you down)
[Rob G]
From writing 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
Time is ugly, do love me to trust me, I must be the one that 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
[Famous]
I'M FAMOUS!
It's L-i-l Ken, re-reppin' 210, that's San Anton', don't act like you knew then
They askin' who win (what?), nigga stop playin'
I stick my dick in your mouth, and fuck what you're sayin'
And check my resimay 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
[Jayton]
Slowed loud and bangin', we're back in the loop
Fresh out the pin, 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 on the grave, and the ones on lock
We next up lookin' for the number one spot
Screw them other cats that can't keep it hip-hop
Money don't stop I'ma get it all day
Paint on the whip, insides all grey
Other boy left but the south gonna stay
Ain't no way you gon' forget about Jay-
Ton, same ol' hoova gangsta
Got up in the game, to expose them wankstas
A.B.N. gang keep a loaded chamber
Tell the whole world that their ass in danger
[Slim Thug]
I'm on my block around the clock tryna get it
If it get you paid I did it, got caught and got aquitted
Got out, and got back up on my grind again
'Cause you gotta play the game if you trying to win
And hustle money ain't fo' sho' so I ain't trying to spin
'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
[Lil' O]
Hey!
Everybody know that I spit the flow
Make a playa wanna fall and hit the dro
Pour up real big and shake befo'
And knock off a Lamborghini, and lift the do's
Right now they yellin' out dame 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 give me awesome brain
When I pull up at the club I be flossin' mayne
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
Get a little ol' rest, I could flip the ol' key, whoah
[Yung Redd]
It's a rainy day man, it's the workout plan
I count so many hundreds I need another pair of hands
Black colored boy where the fiends they on advance
Sell it out rescore, supply and demand
My elevator going up, how could I ever let 'em down
550 takin' off swear it just left the ground
What's the value of a dolla, if you couldn't pay ya bills
All we know is power, now tell me what life is... Yung Redd
[Chorus - KC]
I'm up early in the morning
Thinkin' about gettin' this money
Lord knows I gotta get that paper
The hustlas told me that I gotta go and get it
Now I'm gettin' it the best way I know how
I Wont let you down
Wont let you down
I Wont let you down
Wont let you down
I Wont let you down
Wont let you down (do it for the city)
I Wont let you down (I'll never let you niggas down mayne)
Wont let you down
I Wont let you down
[Big Pokey]
Po, Yo, real get gutty
Block 4-0, 3 wheelin' niggas gunnin'
Put your cleats on 'cause it's finna get muddy
It is what it is and we come for the money
Y'all know me, I'm a nigga that'll be in your home
Just like a nigga got a door key
Do it like Simpson fo' I let a nigga hold me
Shake a nigga pockets, fo' I let a nigga owe me
One for the money, two for the ho
Three for the fo' with the rubberband vogues
S.U.C., M.O.B., Hurricane Sensai finna knock down doors
City on my back like brand new clothes
Album on the way underground in store
I don't let niggas, I shut niggas down
Crowd boo'd me, I'm next to blow
[Lil' KeKe]
Pound for pound, ups and downs, but I'm still real
Chasing paper, money running 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 gangster, to the grind man, I'm so committed
Lord knows if I see the paper, I'ma get it
[ESG]
When Cham sent me the track, he had Pimp C on the song
Befo' ESG could spit on this remix, we seen Pimp C was gone
Now the king taken off the throne, told Bun B he's not alone
Might not be here in the flesh in the bone
New address, yeah heaven is home
Make sure we carry that legacy on
Like M-O-E, in every song, put their name in the trunk
Then we gon pop and swang in 'lac or the Chevy on chrome
Like Vince Young, got run through songs
Slow it down like Screw did homes
ESG a million sold independent, I ain't talkin' ringtones
[Troublesum]
Here come the Troublesum move
Can't knock my hustle, gon' lose
Got twice a muscle pay dues
Twice a grind to prove
I make moves like my name was Tom Cruise
Mission Impossible
Impossible to fool (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 me nigga
[Z-Ro]
24 7, 365, tryna get rich is on our mind
Houston, Texas, we ain't nothing but some go getters and some trend setters, and we staying on our grind (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 the official, god damn right, the south is back
Even though we ain't never really went no where, we always been here
We makie good music, and we stack big money and we act bad, all god damn year
Gotta give it to us, 'cause if not we gonna take it and never give it back, that's just how it's gon' go
It's been in there for years Houston, Texas but ain't a damn thing changed, you can still count on Z-Ro
[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 won't, you can tell 'em they wrong
When I pull a blast glass 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 of rap, don't think I'm fly cap
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 'till my body gets sore
One hundred percent that my hustle is swole
[PKT]
Ay, I'm fixin' to be the greatest true, symbol of what my state is of
Little bit of Chad Butler (pimp), and a little bit of Robert Davis (screw)
PKT 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
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 home 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, 'til death do us part, I'ma rep for the H in cold
[Willie D]
From day one I repped my city, New York got boo'd out there
Fast foward to one year later, my group sold out Madison Square
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 gonna 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 did in his ass (ha!)
Go tell that to all those skanks, who think we're all about candy paint
High cappin' catch around H-Town, I won't let you down
[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 sunny side to the park, back to the southwest side
But if you got a problem with it you can GFY (go fuck yourself!)
We the best and the rest BFI, 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 will never let you down Houston
[Cory Mo]
Me and my hustle bag, on the block on the clock
24 7 you better shit or get up off the pot
Man I'm from hustle city, gotta 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 mine, it's rain or shine everytime
Corey Mo gon' get his, so I hope you get yours
You gots to eat to live partna, we ain't got no choice
[Mike Jones]
H-Town, I got it on my back
Chrome 84's on the Cadillac
I stack stacks and stack plaques (I won't let you down)
Ice age, we run the town
Ice age, we shuttin 'em down
As long as I make it multiply (I won't let you down)
A new album is on the way
When you say my name, you say I'm paid
H-Town, we here to stay, (Mike Jones)
A millionaire, can you match that? (naw)
Two time plaque, can you add to that?
11 cars, can you handle that? (handle that, handle that)
[GT]
GT Mayne, 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, gotta lock it down like Timby Three's
7 1 3 2 8 1 8 3 2 that's what I claim
See my aim, 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
Smooth like butter, but not parkay my reign is so imperial
[Chorus - KC]
I'm up early in the morning
Thinkin' about gettin' this money
Lord knows I gotta get that paper
The hustlas 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 (Chingo Bling)
Won't let you down
I Won't let you down (Chingo Bling, oolooloo)
Won't let you down
I Won't let you down
[Chingo Bling]
I own my masters so fuck a belly, sun shinin' on my pinky
When it come to independent who you think invented
I'm a money makin' problem, don't believe me ask Asylum
Down to the boarder or Harlem, bitch you can ask about 'em
I drop the top in the lexican it wouldn't be H-Town without Mexican
And it ain't been the same since they put him in the ground
To Screw, Moe, Hawk and Pat (we won't let you down)
[Magno]
Got an old school, tan wood, my grinds harder than a can 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 is where I hang
CD get copped, 'cause it's hot and it bang
From the beat to the rock, kid, rocks his thang
Wont let you down like a top in the rain
I got fans that'll crip, that'll bang that metal
Fans so bloody that they claim vessel
Fans like dying they change for the better, can't let you down never, ever
[Kiotti]
I won't let down my city, I can't let down my fans
Got my one yay maurisen, from a boy to a man
Man Hardbody Yiotti, do you know what I do wreck mics go hard man I pitty the foo
My city the foo, a whole lotta gorillas here like rawr, my cities a zoo
Southeast Beach welcome to my town, wetter slab 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 'Lac girl, and that Lat girl when I move around
I lieedd, made a promise to my town (i wont let you down)
[Raw LT]
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 'Lac
The queen of my city, yes I is
It goes both ways when I rock my hips
So let more figgas, roll with gorillas
Can't let the track breathe 'cause my name not Jigga
Roll with my fam BBH, catogoriest gonna evacuate
I rep for my hood, dubs all in ya face
And I would appreciate if you'd give me my space
'Cause y'all ain't signed by nothin'
Y'all lame chicks steady bumpin'
Raw LT, I hold the crown ain't no takin' it from me
[Grit Boys]
Chyea, G-boy general salute me in ya presence
Ghetto gospel, gon' call me a reverend
Words hit you in ya head like excedrin
Tone down ya boys, you're talkin' to a veteran
This for Hawk, we gonna 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
[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 paying dues
But they preoccupied up in the mall, buyin' their gals shoes
I'm motivated by the diamond chains and ice grills
The Johnny dang watch on Cadillac on fo' with cradle wheels
I'm cash collecting, still trill, chasing that dollar bill
My appetite is never fill, but chasing after these meals, I gotta get it
[Lil' Boss]
Lil' Boss, tryin' get a plaque to the house
A.B.N. representin', I'm all about the cross
Everytime 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
On pay 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 if I could rap
I wont let my state down and that's fa sho'
T-E-X-A-S we in the do', raw nigga hizzot it's about to show
If it ain't gangsta then it's got to go
[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
Grit Iron, Grit Boys, Hawk was my mentor
Focus on the future, sights sharper than a pitch fork
Down with Cham since the Color Changin' Click day
Ghetto reality, take a seat and witness history
[Yung Ro]
Yeah, I workded 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 startin' rumblin'
Ate oatmeal for days, what you know about it, nothin
Then a call came from Koop to (come back to the streets)
Signed a 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' mayne)
Nice flows and shows, oh fa sho' we grind
I'm that ghost stackin' this dough and autograph signin'
And I gotta remind 'em the name that's runnin' the game
(Tell 'em the name they say that's runnin' the game, Chamillitary Mayne)
[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 ballin' G
Naw, it can't be commercial, show 'em how to bring it to the streets for all my dawgs
Ridin' dirty, flyin' birdie, pop the trunk when I pass the law
Houston do we have a problem? Obviously the answers naw
Ball hoggers won't pass the ball, I'ma steal the rock and pass to y'all
[Big Mike]
The OG's back from the system, picture me lettin' you down
Can't see that day ever happenin' not at all and no how
I'm from the gutta, you from the gutta, we still gon' make it
Still gonna represent what the streets taught us, it's hard to shake it
Where we go we take it, we chose it for holdin' it down
Respect the hustle, we gettin' it, yeah they knowin' us now
Big Mike I'm one hundred, for real ain't no ho 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
[Scarface]
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 Jordans
So that next generation of Jordans, can have it easy
That's why I'm out here movin' this work
Create a legacy, avoidin' Kennedys curse
My heart beats heavenly, I love you son for all that he's worth
And down to die if it came to the worse, (wont let you down) (talk to the streets baby)
This for my niggas in struggle, just know I love you
Regardless to the pressure I'm knowin' you got to hustle
'Cause nothing came to us easy, they planted us in tombstones
They quick to bury us niggas, that's how they do homes
My uncle told me, tell my niggas to read
'Cause we in danger, got every city under a siege
A total stranger, could say you've sold a couple of key
And got you locked and they won't let you leave (won't let you down)
[Pimp C]
You call in some cars, I be in jets
Google "Pimp C", I'm all over internet
That paint over the 'lac is so glass
UGK for life, I need to teach a pimpin' class
'Cause I get 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's 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
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