(*talking*)    Ha-ha whooo, Southern Smoke   You're in the presence of the finest   I ain't gotta say it, you know who this is   DJ Smallz (Chamillitary mayn)    They pointing at me Smallz, man on fire   I'm not that bad right Smallz, ha-ha let's go      [Chamillionaire]    They could tell I was built to last, by the way I handled my past   Man it's gotta be hard, you giving haters a pass   I know, I should put a foot up your ass   Your realness been revoked, it's time to take off the mask   Yeah, cause I'ma show you how to do the game    Y'all ain't making no sense, like Pootie Tang    You doing what, well gon ahead and do your thang    After that comes the bang, like Coota mayn    Cooler than the cooler man, cause I'm not scary    Real recognize real, nigga I'm very    I ain't gotta chase shows, ain't necessary    Still wanna pay, to get me booked like a library    Dreams of being rich, turned to reality    Mo' money mo' problems, I'm rich and that's nigga's mad at me    If I was still broke, niggaz would see a badder me    Destiny is what it is, and what it had to be    Sipping Hennessey, with nothing to chase    And I fold him, like the stacks of money up in my safe    Use to say that I was rude, putting boys in they place    Back when Note and Flip, was putting diamonds up in they face    I was telling boys, F' you pay me    The whisper in my ear, was saying the same baby    Ok (ok), you crazy    For thinking I'ma sit here, and let you degrade me    In this story, I was looking like the bad guy    Everybody pointing fingers at me, when I pass by    So I must be the bad one, and that's why    I throw up the middle, when I use to tell they ass hi    But no, no Mr. Rogers here    You gotta love the way I rep, but you ain't gotta cheer    I'm in a Swiss hotel, is there a problem here    Compliment your Cris', you can sip because we're out of beer   Yeah, never cared for the Michelob    Put the bigger karat in my ear, couldn't fit my lobe    Tell my chick to come here, then I flip the strobe    Light cause tonight, is the night where you forget your clothes    After that, it's right back to going after cash    Then it's back to going hard, on the bastard ass    Murk him lyrically, or I can give that ass a pass    You're in the scope, like the staff down with Aftermath      [Hook]    Hate it or love it, "Sound of Revenge" gon drop    And I bet every dollar, I will silence that talk    Houston's MVP, the ruler of the game is me    Chamillitary nigga, we will see       (*talking*)    Hol' up back at it again, it's your host for this evening    Chamillitary nigga, and we letting y'all know right now    This is the only tape, you should be playing    In your speakers right now, Southern Smo- (*coughing*)