I I I I I am the chapmion my friend friend friend friend

and I'll keep on fightin' to the end end end end end end

I I I I I am the champion, I am the champion

gone is the loser 'cause I am the champion





Guess who's back in the son of a bitch

Undergroung king wit a gun on his hip

Not the UGK like Bun B and Pimp C

But I got the Ghost shooter bumpin' in the Bentley

Ain't shit change with the guts in the Range

No more Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, and Young Buck in my lane

I'm a hood nigga for real, Motha-Fuck the fame

Nigga I'ma get mine

You can hate or love it but it's a thin line

Between G-unot and G-unit

Nigga talk shit catch one the hip FUCK beef in a rhyme

50 lied about his block, took mine

I'm sure you got five, but he never took nine

You rap like Trina blah, blah, blah

Okay shut-up

Let me see the wounds, show it to the world

He got shot in the mouth and cried like a girl

You sing like a girl

And I gang bang so hard it'll bring back curls

I'm tellin' yo fans don't believe that shit

Tryin' to beef with The Game like he that sick

He movin the trash and I went to see that shit

Wit a camera and got it DVD that quick

Chicken Little and Harry Potter the bootlake hell yeah we got em'

two movie sfiftenn dollars wit no numbers on the bottom

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHA!

CHICKEN LITTLE GET EM!



I I I I I am the champion my friend friend friend friend friend

and I I I I I'll keep on fighting to the end end end end end end

I I I I I am the champion I am the champion

I am the champion

gone is the loser cause I am the chapmion

OF THE WOOOORRRRLDDDD!

YAOOO!