Chamillionaire Ft. Slim Thug, Lil Keke, Mike Jones, Trae, Paul Wall, Bun B, Z-Ro and Pimp C Won't Let You Down (Texas Takeover Remix) Lyrics

[Hook: K-Ci]
I'm up early in the morning thinking 'bout getting this money, all I know's I gotta get that paper
The hustlers 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.

[Verse: Chamillionaire]
Yea!
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-es is all on me,
So lay it down, like Ball & G
Naw, I can't be commercial, show 'em how to bring it to the streets for all my dawgs
Ridin' dirty, flyin' birdies, 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, Ima steal that rock and pass to y'all

[Verse: Slim Thug]
I'm on my block around my clock tryna get it
If it get you payed I did it, got caught, gotta acquitted
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 fa' sho' so I ain't trying to spend
'Cause the minute you come up, you're back down again (K-Ci: 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

[Verse: 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, Ima get it

[Verse: Mike Jones]
H-Town, got it on my back
Chromw 84s on the Cadillac
I stack stacks and stack plaques
(K-Ci: 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
(K-Ci: I won't let you down)
My 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?
Two time plaques, can you handle that?
11 cars, can you handle that?

[Verse: Trae]
If you're lookin' for the south, you can tell 'em I'm home
On the block, you can tell I might give it to this goon
Pick on the H, you can tell 'em they won't
When I pull a blast house with the roof half gone
If they come to get paid on the stands then I got 'em
Sit back, broke, call the strand that I'm not
Now in the hood, four times, tryna rock
Yea, I'm from the streets, now ya ready for the block
Mouth full of rocks, yea, money well blown
Every time I talk, yea money well shown
Just because I rap, don't think I'm fly cat
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 tha show
Every hour, every day 'till my body gets sore
One hundred percent that my hustle is (?)

[Verse: 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 b__pin' they gums, saying they paying dues
But they preoccupied up in the mall, buying they gals shoes
I'm motivated by the diamond chains and ice grills
The johnny dang watch and the Cadillac on fo' with gravy wheels,
I'm cash collecting, still trill, chasing that dollar bill,
My appetite is never filled, but chasing after these meals, I gotta get it

[Bridge: Chamillionaire]
I'm a hustler, you're a customer
Now I'm back in the streets, I got something for the fiends, baby
Whoa! (x3)
I won't let you down

[Verse: Bun B]
Sun down 'till 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 or try to run up, Gotta leave 'em gun up and get 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 the the trillest, but he's only the smartest,
Gangster slash rap artist, and he won't let you down (K-Ci: I won't let you down)

[Verse: Z-Ro]
7, 3, 65, 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
When they said down south rappers couldn't rap, now the down south rappers all across the map
Represent my city, and Ima wear it on my back, it's official, god d___ right, the south is back
Even though we ain't never really went nowhere, we always been here
We make good music, and we stack big money and we act bad, all god d___ 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,
'Cause anyone mess with Houston, Texas for any d___ thing, mayne, you can still count on Z-Ro

[Verse: Pimp C]
You cowards in cars, I be in jets
Google "Pimp C", I'm all over internet
That paint on for the lack is so glass
UGK for life, I'm here to teach yo pimpin' class
'Cause I'm gettin 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 gurl I been in ya mouf (UH)
(K-Ci: I won't let you down)