Chamillionaire Won't Let You Down (Extended) Lyrics

[Intro: Chamillionaire:]
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... aha
It's a movement! (Chamillitary Mayne)

Woo!
That's right!

[Hook: KC:]
I'm up early in the morning,
Thinkin' 'bout 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,
Wont let you down, (northside)
Wont let you down, (soutside)
Wont let you down, (h-town)
Wont let you down, (stay down)
Wont let you down,
(i got the entire streets of Texas with me and we ready to ride)
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down, (still standin' strong, yeah!, lets get it)

[Verse: 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, (keep your eyes on the target)
That's Bun Beater the king, he be going the hardest, (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' f**k, 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)

[Verse: Rob G:]
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

[Verse: 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?), n**** stop playin'
I stick my d___ in your mouth, and f**k what you're sayin',
And check my resume 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 (let you down)

[Verse: Jay'ton:]
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 w___stas,
A.B.N. gang keep a loaded chamber,
Tell the whole world that their a__ in danger

[Verse: 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, (on my grind again)
'Cause you gotta play the game if you trying to win, (tryin' 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, (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' 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 ?,
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!

[Verse: 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 ?, 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

[Hook: KC:]
I'm up early in the morning,
Thinkin' 'bout 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,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down, (do it for the city)
Wont let you down, (i'll never let you n****s down mayne)
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down

[Verse: Big Pokey:]
Po, Yo, real get gutty,
Block 4-0, 3 wheelin' n****s 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'ma n**** that'll be in your home,
Just like a n**** got a door key,
Do it like Simpson fo' I let a n**** hold me,
Shake a n**** pockets, fo' I let a n**** owe me,
One for the money, two for the ho,
Three for the fo' with the ? 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 n****s I shut n****s down,
Crowd boo'd me, I'm next to blow

[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, I'ma get it

[Verse: 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,
'Nother 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,
? 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

[Verse: Troublesum:]
Here come the Troublesum move,
Can't knock my hustle, gon' lose,
Not twice a muscle pay dues,
Twice a grind to prove,
I make moves like my name was Tom Cruise,
Mission Impossible (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 n****

[Verse: 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,
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 d___ 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 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,
It's been in there for years Houston, Texas but ain't a d___ thing changed, you can still count on Z-Ro

[Verse: 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 ?,
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

[Verse: 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

[Verse: 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 foo,
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 a__, (ha!)
Go tell that to all those s____s, who think we're all about candy paint,
High cappin' catch around H-Town, I won't let you down

[Verse: 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 f**k 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

[Verse: Cory Mo:]
Me and my hustle bag, on the block on the clock,
24 7 you better s___ 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

[Verse: 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?

[Verse: 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 10 ? 3,
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 b___er, but not parkay my reign is so imperial

[Hook: KC:]
I'm up early in the morning,
Thinkin' 'bout 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,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down, (Chingo Bling)
Wont let you down, (come on)
Wont let you down, (Chingo Bling, oolooloo!)
Wont let you down,
Wont let you down

[Verse: Chingo Bling:]
I own my masters so f**k a belly, sun shinin' on my pinky
When it come to independent who you think invented, (H-Town)
I'm a money makin' problem, don't believe me ask Asylum,
Down to the boarder or Harlem, b____ you 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)

[Verse: 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 oo he polar, hustle harder than ?,
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 ? that'll bang that metal,
Fans so b_____ that they claim vessel,
Fans like dying they change for the better, can't let you down never, ever

[Verse: Kiotti:]
I won't let down my city, I can't let down my fans,
Got my ? 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 ? made a promise to my town, (i wont let you down)

[Verse: 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 s___e,
'Cause y'all ain't signed by nothin',
Y'all lame chicks steady b__pin',
Raw LT, I hold the crown ain't no takin' it from me

[Verse: 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 b______, flow classic,
Game sick, and famous like Magic,
Pocket full of bread actin' like I never had s___

[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, 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 ? 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

[Verse: 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 d___ 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 n**** hizzot it's about to show,
If it ain't gangsta then it's got to go

[Verse: Grit Boys:]
I keep a glock in the glove box where the t__le'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

[Verse: Yung-Ro:]
Yeah, I workded the nine to five, punchin' the clock,
Check the 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!)

[Verse: 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

[Verse: 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 ? 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

[Verse: Scarface:]
Money my motive, my mission is to be holdin',
Atleast 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' ? ?,
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 n****s 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 n****s, that's how they do homes,
My uncle told me, tell my n****s 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)

[Verse: 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