Letra Run you out the game Chamillionaire

Run you out the game

[Hook]
Why these fellas talkin' down?
Don't they know why we ride
And make sombody slide, beware
Why these fellas talkin' down?
Don't they know why we ride
And make these bustas high, beware

[Chamillionaire]
Shoulda seen it comin' baby
Shoulda seen it comin' nigga, yeah, yeah
Be runnin' the game nigga
I'ma run you out the game nigga
I ain't gon' let no pussy niggas represent my city nigga
Nuh-uh, especially not no gimmick pussy nigga
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You real niggas be ridin' chrome
We don't listen to the Jones
We give a damn whether you like him
Or whether he pick up his phone
Smokin' cigars on album covers
That nigga thinkin' he Capone
Who the hell is gassin' him up?
They got him sippin' on Patron (That was wrong)
I mean petroleum, roll with him, wouldn't try
You'd step over to the side and sit it down if you was wise
Dyke Jones just died, Chamillion what is your reply?
Musta did like my door panels and committed suicide
Is that right?
Messed up cause this thing used to be a anthem
But I only think of pussy when I hear it like a tampon
He'll be working at the dampon
Now I don't drive a Phantom
With the money I make offa this CD I'll probably grab one
Damn, tell me why you had to do that Cham
Cause I don't give a damn how many shows he doin', man
I bring beef outside the club like biggity-boo Dan Man
That's 32 chambers less than the Wu-Tang Clan (Yep)
Four feet is two peoples you already know
Swisha House ain't gotta screw you, cause you already slow
I wasted time choppin' game up with him at a show
When he was like, "I gotta go" ("I gotta go snitch on Magno")
Don't step up to the chrome, you know you need to back down
Mixtape Messiah 2, I'ma get it street your whole background
Funny lookin' rap clown
They gon' look at all your raps now and say "Who?"
(Dyke Jones)
How hilarious does that sound, it took me off
I ain't trippin', different versions of the song
But that's cool, Dyke Jones isn't gonna be tippin' long
Cause he didn't call for backup
Too bad he didn't have his phone
That nigga didn't have to roam
That nigga should have stayed at home

[Hook]

[Interlude]
See, I'm sheriff around these parts, and uh
In my neck of the woods, we don't allow too many dykes, nope
My trusty lil' musket right here says that, uh
You got 10 seconds to get outta Dodge
Or you're gonna be dodgin' bullets (Lead him to the cows)
1... 3... 10! Yeehaaa!

[Shooting]