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Get Outta Here
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Outta Here was released on April 26, 2005 by BCD Music Group as a part of the album Chamillitary
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Release DateApril 26, 2005
LabelBCD Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

You ain't gotta go home
But you gotta get the hell up outta here
If you got someone (somebody)
Go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
You ain't got no one (nobody)
Go have some fun by yourself (oh yeah)
But whatever you do, don't let the doorknob hit you on your way out
**** was throwing rocks at the throne and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah for what? I already murdered that
**** hating on me, but look at 'em, the nerve of that
****, this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burner back into my pocket, I'm tryna stop it
Unless your mouth keep speaking, stick your dick back in your socket
How does it feel to know you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime just to worry 'bout mine
Gimmick **** was dissing me, he was fake, they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B, I made 'em history
You can feel like you real because that feeling eventually
Gon' shrivel up when reality turns it into misery
You **** is killing me with your wannabe me's
You a artist, we bosses, the ones that fund the CDs
Are you gonna be, wanna be, gonna punish me? Please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if **** wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly funny at all
Running the game? Not at all, homie you're running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddie schoolers need to go run up the hall
**** boring, just ignore 'em and the dummy will fall
My brother is my descendant, we running a mile a minute
Hut-hut, it's time to win it, I'll see you behind the finish
If you get there, quit there, got your Swisher lit, player?
Blow smoke in the air for the color-changing clique, yeah
Haha, thanks a lot, I appreciate it, I appreciate it
Ayy, man, shout out to everybody out there
All the fans that been staying down with a ****
You know what I'm saying?
Through his whole career, watching him grow
Watching us make it to that next level
We on our way, baby, you know what I'm saying?
What up, George Lopez? Juan Gonzales? What's up, man?
Y'all holding me down still, man
Shout out to my **** out there on the West
What up, Balance? Haha, yeah
Shout out to my **** over there on the East Coast, man
Saleem, what's up, baby? Gabi, what's up, dog?
Haha, military, man
You ain't gotta go home
But you gotta get the hell up outta here
If you got someone (somebody)
Go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
You ain't got no one (nobody)
Go have some fun by yourself (oh yeah)
But whatever you do, don't let the doorknob hit you on your way out
Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on heroin
Victory for me but he thought he would have De Niro win
My aim is to blame when I load it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him and do a little more than stare at him
Poet, I know it, I'm Mr. Modern Day Shakespeare
I'm a rider, survival is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth is just something some **** can't hear
(Love don't live here no more) He got convicted, he ain't here
How the heck you sit fiction on the table, put truth aside?
(Words you speaking, my ****) You can't look me into my eyes?
The good Lord spoke the truth and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, never mind, I ain't tryna spook ya
Voice of the present, the past, yep, I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, arbitrators will call you cooper
Martin Luther King, Koopa, many of 'em'll listen
But if you can't take the heat then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makaveli, rotten was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake **** like I'm in this position
Ayy, Chamillion, you tripping, now I'm handling business
Raise my hand to the man and my right hand is my witness
I got a four to the fizzle that's sure to damage your fitness
But it ain't really even that serious to tan you with stitches
P, you acting suspicious, you know me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would never react
But you know me better than rap, **** was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity if they telling me that, never that
Thank you, thank you, I appreciate your support
Everyone, please take your seats
I'm not done, there's more
In this world of falsifying where **** be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie 'bout what he paid on his grill
Same **** that talk big 'bout what he made on his deal
The same that asked me for advice like, "They don't pay me, Chamill"
Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy colored diamonds, yep, I'm one of the few of 'em, y'all
Talking 'bout no piece and chain and a few little cars
Four thousand or five thousand for what you do is a start
But keeping money in the vault is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart even when my crew is apart
Chamillionaire, you did 'em wrong? Why don't you get a heart?
If I showed it to you, would you see what it could do in the dark?
Whether you like it or not don't really matter to me
'Cause most of the love I normally keep inside my family tree
So you can gossip 'bout what really happened with Hadda and me
Or you can gossip 'bout how so-and-so way badder than me
It don't really matter to me because I'm done with it now
Maturity level that I'm at isn't even fun for a child
So sit your mousepad on the internet and punish my style
Or sit your Reeboks on the streets of Houston running me down
It's whatever, I been better at proving a **** wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks to prove a little **** strong
So tell Watts forgive me, I'm grooving, I'm in my zone
Property of Mike, cool, he ain't here, that little **** gone
Okay, we gon' chill out, we gon' chill out, man
We gon' try to just keep it moving, you know what I'm saying?
Focus on the music, give the fans something to ride to
You know what I'm saying?
The Sound of Revenge will be one of
The best albums to come out the South
And I put everything on that
Let me give a couple shout outs
Shout out to Shaheem Reid up there at MTV too
I appreciate the love
Flex, Keno, Killer Mike, It Girl
What's up, Nancy? We gon' shake these haters off
You know what I'm saying?
Who am I forgetting?
James Shepherd, what's up, my ****?
What's up, my nig?
OGizzle, what's up, my nig?
I know somebody gon' say I forgot 'em, but man
I'll get you on the next go, my nig
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