After his parents, a Muslim father from Oyo State, Nigeria and a Christian mother from the United States, separated in his early teenage years, Chamillionaire settled into a notoriously dangerous inner-city neighborhood in North Houston called Acres Homes, which he elaborated upon during an interview with Houston's 104.9 KPTY on October 3. Rap and other forms of secular music, which his parents had highly opposed in their household, became very appealing to the young Hakeem Seriki. Inspired by local rap acts such as The Geto Boys, 8 Ball & MJG, and UGK, as well as other national acts such as N.W.A. and Public Enemy, Chamillionaire began to compose his own ponies.
At a young age, Chamillionaire along with fellow rap music artist and childhood friend Paul Wall, had decided to make music their careers. One day while promoting themselves at a Texas event, Paul Wall and Chamillionaire ran into Michael 5000 Watts, a popular mixtape DJ from the Northside. After proposing to do promotions for Watts' company, the Swishahouse, Chamillionaire and Paul Wall came to Watts' studio and convinced Watts to allow them freestyle on an intro to Watts' radio show on Houston’s 97.9 The Box. Watts, who himself was convinced to rap on the record, enjoyed the freestyle so much that he put the verses on one of his mixtapes. The freestyle became so popular in the streets that Chamillionaire and Paul Wall became regular staples on Houston's mixtape circuit, appeared on several of Watts' mixtapes, and became permanent members of Swishahouse.
Although Paul Wall and Chamillionaire were making much noise in the streets by rapping on Watts' mixtapes, they, along with several other members of the Swishahouse, became frustrated with the lack of money they were receiving from the mixtapes. After fellow member Slim Thug left the label, Chamillionaire and Paul Wall followed and started their own mixtape group known as The Color Changin' Click. Each successive mixtape released by The Color Changin' Click led to more business opportunities; the most notable of which being a contract to do a full album for Paid in Full Records. A one album contract was then negotiated between the Color Changin' Click and Paid in Full's label head, DJ Madd Hatta from 97.9 The Box, and the CCC's first album, Get Ya Mind Correct, would go on to sell over 100,000 copies.
The sale of all these albums without the backing of a major deal caught the attention of several major labels wanting to sign Chamillionaire and Paul. Chamillionaire and his labelmates decided to remain independent, however, until the right deal came along. While working on his second album with the Color Changin' Click, Chamillionaire began to have creative differences with Paul Wall, so much so that it was decided that the two emcees should each release solo albums that would be packaged together. When Chamillionaire became dissatisfied with how things were being resolved, he left Paid in Full and his almost complete album after fulfilling his contractual obligations to focus on promoting his mixtape label Chamillitary instead. As a kid, Chamillionaire was a big fan of MANKind, also known as Big June.
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This kid from Houston, Texas has some nerve. That's what came to mind as you watched an MTV special in early 2005 showcasing H-Town's commercial and artistic re-emergence on the rap scene. Following his brazen freestyle, the focused and much-heralded MC known as Chamillionaire faced a national audience and launched a swagger-filled proclamation on camera: "I'm the truth from Texas..." While such boasting may seem par-for-the-course in the prideful 25-year-plus history of hip-hop, the latter ambitious statement aptly describes Chamillionaire. It's the reason why he earned the lofty alias "The Mixtape Messiah," a title Cham was crowned after independently selling over 100,000 copies of the Get Ya Mind Correct album, and by selling thousands of his numerous mix tapes. It's why the former member of Houston's legendary mix-tape power Swisha House garnered coverage in such major hip-hop publications as Source and XXL without the backing of a major deal. When the Houston lyricist set off a major label bidding war to distribute his Chamillitary Records, it became abundantly clear throughout the 'hood and the music industry Chamillionaire is indeed the truth.
With his major-label debut The Sound Of Revenge set for release on Universal Records, Chamillionaire is poised to take his place among Houston's current hip-hop elite, including the new generation of rhyme-spitters such as Lil' Flip, Slim Thug, Mike Jones and Paul Wall, as well respected vets UGK and Scarface. "You call out a lot of rappers and ask them why they are the best and they are going to tell you everything but the music," Cham laughs. "They will tell you that they are the best because they have some nice rims, a chain, and a mansion." He then adds in a straight-no-chaser tone, "You've heard all the hype about Chamillionaire; that he's sick with the lyrics, sings hooks, and represents the streets and the clubs. But I just want to come as close as possible to living up to my reputation."
Chamillionaire recruits an impressive list of talent on his debut effort, including Lil' Flip, Bun B, Scarface, and Krayzie Bone, as well as in-demand producers Scott Storch (50 Cent), Mannie Fresh (Lil' Wayne, Baby, Juvenile) and Cool & Dre (The Game). But, it's his work with Atlanta studio kings The Beat Bullies (1Big Boi/OutKast) that sets the tone for much of The Sound Of Revenge's diverse platform. "They understand me," Cham says of the in-house producers. "There are a lot of producers that have dope beats, but they don't know me as an artist. [The Beat Bullies] being from Atlanta, can take it to the strip clubs, the streets and to the radio."
The name Chamillionaire represents the unique style that defines the talented urban artist, and his ability to change and adapt on the fly, forcing people to respect the true breadth of his talent. And just as this MC moniker exemplifies, Chamillionaire is anything but predictable and most certainly versatile. "Picture Perfect" featuring Bun B comes off as a lyrical nod to the classic 'hood swagger of UGK, while the Beat Bullies'-anchored "Radio Interruption" showcases Cham's prowess for walking the blurred line between street praise and mass appeal. The storytelling brilliance of "No Snitching" (Cool & Dre), finds Cham detailing the unwritten laws of 'hood politics. On the Scott Storch produced "Turn It Up," Cham tag-teams with freestyle king Lil' Flip as they spit over an infectious track that is Houston's answer to a summer club banger. And the soulful "Here Comes The Rain" finds Chamillionaire exploring the daily struggles of life with heartfelt lyricism and ghetto angst.
"It's a very personal song and the title says it all," Cham says of the revealing track. "In a person's life the rain symbolizes the struggles we all go through. Whether you are dealing with losing a loved one or your rent is due on the 1st, but it's the 3rd and you don't have it. I'm just talking about surviving the tough times."
Chamillionaire has definitely seen his share of struggles on his road to redemption. Born to a Muslim father and Christian mother, secular music was banned in his household. Chamillionaire was barely a teenager when he moved to a low-income neighborhood in the notorious North Side of Houston, following the separation of his parents. By the early '90s, however, rap rebels such as NWA, Public Enemy, as well as hometown heroes The Geto Boys, 8-Ball & MJG and UGK would inspire a young Hakeem to write his own rhymes.
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Wuz Up Wuz Up
Chamillionaire Lyrics
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Uh ha-ha, Play-N-Skillz
Big Tuck, Chamillionaire hey let's go
[Hook - 2x]
Haters we ain't scared of them, in the club we punish them
Promise we don't play with them, grab that thang and aim at them
Real throw your knuckles up, represent throw your cities up
[Chamillionaire]
Chamillionaire till you see it, hey (don't forget the K)
Niggaz getting in the way, hey don't forget the K
I don't need to bring the K, I'm ready to knuckle up
Drop a beat down on him, like I'm Skillz and the Play
(got skills I don't play), I'ma hit him with the knuckle game
And then Rasaq, gonna hit him with another swang
The whole click, gonna hit him with another (bang)
Feeling dizzy, he can't remember his mother's name
(let me wake you up), let me refresh your memory
I can be your worst friend, or your bestest enemy
Please tell him what he's guilty of ref, (a penalty)
Get hit so hard, you would think it's ten of me
(but what's the deal), my nigga hol' up
We fin to po' up, another cold cup
Is you ready to sell, (my nigga sho' nuff)
Cause D-Town to H-Town, got it (sowed up)
Go on throw up your hood, and I'ma know you real
Nigga show him your slug, (nigga show him your grill)
Them niggaz ain't looking for trouble, over here
And I'm not Big Tuck, but so I'm so (for real)
If you blowing kill, but you know you trill
And you see the laws pull up, but you blowing still
(And they see your pinky ring), when you hold your wheel
Roll the window up on em, and go g'yeah-g'yeah
[Hook - 2x]
[Big Tuck]
This what we gotta do, dismantle you and your whole crew promise you
Stirring up beef like stew bitch nigga you, fuck what you going through
You'd think you in a zoo, how these bats and gorillas rush you
Stinking like jelly fish do, why whip one whip two
And I'ma hocus and beat you like Peru, we don't need clues where is my tools
Abric Diesel pants, matching my shoes
You niggaz know, that we're not here to lose
I'm finna send my hollow tips, trying to bruise
Whoa ride to the island of youth, fuck it choke him till he blue
Subtract two Cardier for your crew, doctors have work to do
Fuck it throw your cups up, you got money throw your bucks up
We done opened doors, we get them hoes up
Bout them bitches, throw your skirts up
Niggaz shine like a laser show, still counting money from two days ago
Bar tender get very violent mo', what kinda tracks everybody know
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire]
I don't mean, to interrupt
I'ma pass it to the Tuck, we gon po' another cup
We gon get a lot of hoes, we gon load 'em in the truck
Take 'em to the hotel, like what's up-what's up
Trying to deal with it, you gon have no luck
My patience get low, when my grands go up
No money up front, you gon have no us
We gon burn off the lot, like man hol' up
Cause I'm not a lame, I got the game
I start the swangs, hop out the lane
If you cock the thang, you better pop the thang
Or I'll knock your brain, up out your frame
Ain't real, them boys ain't true
Stick a fork in him, cause that boy there through
Don't worry bout that boy, if that boy ain't you
He a thing of the past, what that boy name
[Big Tuck]
Fuck it, po' it up then
Said what's up, let me see what click you in
You a bad bitch, let me see some skin
Pass then, pass then
Keep it popping, till the sun begin
Then find us a hotel, to check up in
Ja'causezi suite, room 20-10
Come on in, I see you brought your friend
[Chamillionaire]
Them boys, don't do it big as us
Them boys, ain't even real as us
But them boys over there, grilling us
So all my real niggaz, let's knuckle up
None of them niggaz, as true as us
Ain't nothing, they can do do us
What y'all niggaz wanna do, what's up
They ain't ready, for Chamillionaire and Tuck
What it is (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
Who you with (Koopa, Big Tuck)
You already know it (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
Who you with (Koopa, Big Tuck)
You already know it, g'yeah-g'yeah
(*talking*)
G'yeah G'yeah, Chamillionaire and Big Tuck
Y'all boys gon have to get your heart right mayn
Ready to knuckle up and tussle nigga
You already know it, Color Changin' Click
The song "Wuz Up Wuz Up" by Chamillionaire featuring Big Tuck is a rap song that talks about their readiness to face their haters, punishing them while in the club, and representing their cities. The chorus emphasizes their readiness to fight their enemies and represent their cities. Chamillionaire reminds the listeners of his reputation as he raps about knuckling up but not needing to bring a weapon to a fight, he mentions Rasaq, a fellow rapper who is going to hit them with another "swang." The lyrics also mention that the whole team is going to hit them with a "bang." As the track goes on, Big Tuck boasts about his crew's strength and ability to harm rivals with punches and more, shouting out the name of his crew and their members. He also raps about stirring up beef with the competing crew.
The song is brief but addresses different themes, like loyalty to your crew, dealing with haters, and representing your city while enduring battles. The track title and repeated hook "Wuz Up Wuz Up" give off an energetic and lively upbeat sound that makes it a great club banger.
Line by Line Meaning
Haters we ain't scared of them, in the club we punish them
We're not afraid of our haters, we'll take care of them when we see them in the club
Promise we don't play with them, grab that thang and aim at them
We don't mess around, we'll go straight for the kill when we see our haters
Real throw your knuckles up, represent throw your cities up
If you're real, show your strength by throwing your fists up and represent where you're from
Niggaz hating rough 'em up, represent throw it up
If someone's hating on you, don't take it lightly and show them your strength by representing where you're from
Chamillionaire till you see it, hey (don't forget the K)
I am Chamillionaire and don't forget the K in my name
Niggaz getting in the way, hey don't forget the K
If someone's trying to mess with me, remind them not to forget the K in my name
I don't need to bring the K, I'm ready to knuckle up
I don't always need a weapon, I'm willing to fight with my fists
And then Rasaq, gonna hit him with another swang
My friend Rasaq will follow up my attack with another one of his own
Feeling dizzy, he can't remember his mother's name
After we're done with him, he'll be so disoriented he won't even remember his own mother's name
Let me refresh your memory
Let me remind you of something important
I can be your worst friend, or your bestest enemy
I can either be your close ally or your greatest enemy, it's up to you to choose
Get hit so hard, you would think it's ten of me
When I hit you, it'll feel like there are ten of me attacking you
We fin to po' up, another cold cup
We're about to pour ourselves another drink
Cause D-Town to H-Town, got it (sowed up)
From Dallas to Houston, we've got everything under control
Go on throw up your hood, and I'ma know you real
If you represent where you're from, I'll know you're authentic
Nigga show him your slug, (nigga show him your grill)
Show him your gun and your expensive teeth
Them niggaz ain't looking for trouble, over here
Those people aren't looking for a fight in this area
If you blowing kill, but you know you trill
If you're smoking weed but you're still authentic
And they see your pinky ring, when you hold your wheel
When you're driving and they see your pinky ring on the steering wheel
Roll the window up on em, and go g'yeah-g'yeah
Close your car window and drive off quickly
This what we gotta do, dismantle you and your whole crew promise you
We need to break you and your entire group apart, I guarantee it
Stirring up beef like stew bitch nigga you, fuck what you going through
We're causing drama and conflict like a pot of boiling stew, and we don't care about your situation
You'd think you in a zoo, how these bats and gorillas rush you
You'll feel like you're in a zoo when we come at you with our bats and overwhelming strength
I'm finna send my hollow tips, trying to bruise
I'm about to shoot at you with my hollow-point bullets to cause injury
Ja'causezi suite, room 20-10
We're going to get a fancy hotel room with a jacuzzi, numbered 2010
Come on in, I see you brought your friend
Welcome to the hotel room, I noticed you brought a friend with you
Them boys ain't even real as us
Those guys aren't as authentic as we are
So all my real niggaz, let's knuckle up
All of my genuine friends, let's fight with our fists
Ain't nothing, they can do do us
There's nothing they can do to us
What y'all niggaz wanna do, what's up
What do you guys want to do?
They ain't ready, for Chamillionaire and Tuck
They're not prepared to face off against Chamillionaire and Tuck
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