Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Price of Failure, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Major Pain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.02.2010
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
Price of Failure |
| Many men wish failure on me |
| Run from my life until I can’t breathe |
| Tryna be everything that I’m destined to be |
| And they just tryna take my hype away |
| Got my mind on my money that’s why I can’t sleep |
| Fallin' off is an option I know I can’t see |
| I’m chasin' after G’s cause this life ain’t cheep |
| And failure’s a terrible price to pay |
| Many men |
| Ma-a-a-any, Ma-a-a-any |
| Wish the worst on me |
| Major Pain |
| I hope your money senior citizen ain’t what that statutory |
| I talk and walk that walk to that infinite path to glory |
| You met someone that said they knew me and had a story |
| You mean someone that’s in my no mentioning category |
| I don’t give major energy to really minor people |
| I give them the Major Pain and then I hit them with the sequel |
| Your weapon isn’t equal to my loaded Desert Eagle |
| Move forward cause limp backwards is equivalent to evil |
| And I’m no Beanie Sigel but you never was my people |
| Cause if you was my people then you’d know I’d always beat you |
| If that’s the cost of fame, look like my pockets is receipt full |
| Cause I didn’t pay the cost to see so many turn deceitful |
| Look what I did, and all of it was fo' scrilla |
| I turn these young boys to monsters, no thriller |
| E N E M Y, no foe illa |
| A hoe, I just fo-fo-fo-foget her |
| Eyes turning real wide when I’m approachin' her |
| Weapon in my Chinchila, coat killa |
| Got a Chinchilla case for towin' my heater |
| Took a picture of my pistol then I show it to Peter |
| Ain’t walked in my shoes then I don’t owe you an Adida' |
| Matter fact I don’t owe the strap on the toe of a beela |
| I’m a over achiever, I’m a over believer |
| I will blitz for the chips and then elbow your receiver |
| Did it once and I see you want me to show I repeat a lot of my past but I’m |
| past done on my owin' you meter |
| Many men wish failure on me |
| Run from my life until I can’t breathe |
| Tryna be everything that I’m destined to be |
| And they just tryna take my hype away |
| Got my mind on my money that’s why I can’t sleep |
| Fallin' off is an option I know I can’t see |
| I’m chasin' after G’s cause this life ain’t cheep |
| And failure’s a terrible price to pay |
| Many men |
| But hell |
| What is success without failure? |
| How did I succeed when the teacher said «I'm gon fail ya.» |
| Well, I know I’m gon tell you principal can’t expel ya |
| You call it a bribe but I’d rather call it a helpa' |
| Uhh |
| The location is down in Houston |
| And I’m so sick and tired that business can get confusin' |
| See your intuition told me to get in an institution |
| My intuition told me to get me some sick producin' |
| Spit is sick like pollution |
| I got the smartest mouth |
| What is yo college bout |
| In the world there’s a smartness drought |
| Yeah, I’m a call 'em out, I evolved in a slaughter house |
| Slaughter your Atacama is the words from Obama’s mouth |
| Feelin' all on your spouse, You live on your momma’s couch |
| They told you that money talks, while your dollars are not announced |
| Ain’t got a lot a ouch |
| Look at the wall |
| 15's beatin' so hard that my plaques start to fall |
| Look at former friends, smilin' and plotin' to see me fall |
| I miss a step and fall and still be 10 flights higher than ya’ll |
| (Hold Up) |
| Ku Klux Klan to a black man hype |
| If you got fire they gon' see it and try to take yo life |
| They ain’t take my knife |
| They can’t take my righ (t) — |
| Ffle, I got it cocked and loaded so just take that snipe |
| Tired of fools with rules that spell lose |
| Insubordinate as ever my rules just spell cool |
| Choose, do what you wanna do |
| If you wanna cause if you don’t do it nobody but you really gonna |
| In a society where you can choose marijuana |
| And a women named Stephanie will choose to marry Wanda |
| And a male won’t tell that he would rather pick a brother |
| Don’t want the world to discover his male significant other |
| Undercover lovers infectin' the industry |
| And even undercover others that give you the ministry |
| I know that I ain’t perfect I know I’m a sinner G |
| But I’m hopin' if you listenin' you feelin' my synergy |
| Amen |
| Many men |
| So ma-a-a-any |
| Wish the worst on me |
| Wish the worst on me |
| Till I bring that Major Pain |
| Many men wish failure on me |
| Run from my life until I can’t breathe |
| Tryna be everything that I’m destined to be |
| And they just tryna take my hype away |
| Got my mind on my money that’s why I can’t sleep |
| Fallin' off is an option I know I can’t see |
| I’m chasin' after G’s cause this life ain’t cheep |
| And failure’s a terrible price to pay |
| Many men |
| Ma-a-a-any, Ma-a-a-any |
| Wish the worst on me |
| Major Pain |
| I hope your money senior citizen ain’t what that statutory |
| I talk and walk that walk to that infinite path to glory |
| You met someone that said they knew me and had a story |
| You mean someone that’s in my no mentioning category |
| I don’t give major energy to really minor people |
| I give them the Major Pain and then I hit them with the sequel |
| Your weapon isn’t equal to my loaded Desert Eagle |
| Move forward cause limp backwards is equivalent to evil |
| And I’m no Beanie Sigel but you never was my people |
| Cause if you was my people then you’d know I’d always beat you |
| If that’s the cost of fame, look like my pockets is receipt full |
| Cause I didn’t pay the cost to see so many turn deceitful |
| Look what I did, and all of it was fo' scrilla |
| I turn these young boys to monsters, no thriller |
| E N E M Y, no foe illa |
| A hoe, I just fo-fo-fo-foget her |
| Eyes turning real wide when I’m approachin' her |
| Weapon in my Chinchila, coat killa |
| Got a Chinchilla case for towin' my heater |
| Took a picture of my pistol then I show it to Peter |
| Ain’t walked in my shoes then I don’t owe you an Adida' |
| Matter fact I don’t owe the strap on the toe of a beela |
| I’m a over achiever, I’m a over believer |
| I will blitz for the chips and then elbow your receiver |
| Did it once and I see you want me to show I repeat a lot of my past but I’m |
| past done on my owin' you meter |
| Many men wish failure on me |
| Run from my life until I can’t breathe |
| Tryna be everything that I’m destined to be |
| And they just tryna take my hype away |
| Got my mind on my money that’s why I can’t sleep |
| Fallin' off is an option I know I can’t see |
| I’m chasin' after G’s cause this life ain’t cheep |
| And failure’s a terrible price to pay |
| Many men |
| But hell |
| What is success without failure? |
| How did I succeed when the teacher said «I'm gon fail ya.» |
| Well, I know I’m gon tell you principal can’t expel ya |
| You call it a bribe but I’d rather call it a helpa' |
| Uhh |
| The location is down in Houston |
| And I’m so sick and tired that business can get confusin' |
| See your intuition told me to get in an institution |
| My intuition told me to get me some sick producin' |
| Spit is sick like pollution |
| I got the smartest mouth |
| What is yo college bout |
| In the world there’s a smartness drought |
| Yeah, I’m a call 'em out, I evolved in a slaughter house |
| Slaughter your Atacama is the words from Obama’s mouth |
| Feelin' all on your spouse, You live on your momma’s couch |
| They told you that money talks, while your dollars are not announced |
| Ain’t got a lot a ouch |
| Look at the wall |
| 15's beatin' so hard that my plaques start to fall |
| Look at former friends, smilin' and plotin' to see me fall |
| I miss a step and fall and still be 10 flights higher than ya’ll |
| (Hold Up) |
| Ku Klux Klan to a black man hype |
| If you got fire they gon' see it and try to take yo life |
| They ain’t take my knife |
| They can’t take my righ (t) — |
| Ffle, I got it cocked and loaded so just take that snipe |
| Tired of fools with rules that spell lose |
| Insubordinate as ever my rules just spell cool |
| Choose, do what you wanna do |
| If you wanna cause if you don’t do it nobody but you really gonna |
| In a society where you can choose marijuana |
| And a women named Stephanie will choose to marry Wanda |
| And a male won’t tell that he would rather pick a brother |
| Don’t want the world to discover his male significant other |
| Undercover lovers infectin' the industry |
| And even undercover others that give you the ministry |
| I know that I ain’t perfect I know I’m a sinner G |
| But I’m hopin' if you listenin' you feelin' my synergy |
| Amen |
| Many men |
| So ma-a-a-any |
| Wish the worst on me |
| Wish the worst on me |
| Till I bring that Major Pain |