Excuse me for not myself correctly I am the Man on Fire, A.K.A. the Mix Tape A.K.A. the Chamillinator, let's get 'em You know what time it is, H-Town, up, you know who I am
Said it then I it, I'm the realest nigga in it Said it I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it Realest nigga in it, nigga in it You know Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it
Aye, Koopa it's been a fool But the streets of the South say feeling you me what you wanna know and I can lyrically give you an interview
Koopa it's been a minute but the streets Of the say they feeling you Tell me what you wanna And I can lyrically you a interview
Well, one, why do wanna be Ass suckers, be on dick? 'Cause being fake is in they Can't stick one click, so they switch
Two, why the hell these boys keep talking you gon' fail 'Cause they think that bar been So high that I can't them sales
Well, can you? Yeah, nigga wait and see You got property, you watch for me 'Cause I buy that that you living on And sell it right back to you monopoly
Question three, who producing your album Scott Storch, Beat Bullies, Fresh, Cool and Dre And the goes on pimping I'm coming down, hundred miles and I'm Loud ass speakers growl they humming Chamillitary the sound that summing
One and nothing, talking down when I'm not Got but bad words You thinking you bad but worse You couldn't even F' a damn verse
Plus you must be on that stuff, got 'em they Pampers See me up on 24's, your hoe horny like antlers
They with you my nigga but I ain't gotta tell you that You already that, tell 'em who you is, the Mix Tape Messiah Okay, tell 'em what you represent, Chamillitary Already, H-Town, stand up, go
Said it then I it, I'm the realest nigga in it it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it Realest nigga in it, realest in it You know that Texas, it is, and I'ma represent it
Realest in it, when I'm riding it be tinted And the trunk looks like it's dented 'cause the bass is at limit Them niggaz they be talking, but them they don't live it Said it in a sentence, they say how they distribute
When you see 'em, be timid, they ain't even independent They be living with they mama, man, niggaz full of drama They might smoke some marijuana but won't get up off ass Till I come down in my slab, posted up that glass
Texas it is, light reflection on my wrist Looking like a of the complexion on my chick I don't need a click, all I need's a extra Let twenty bullets rip and twenty niggaz flip In verse I'm so legit, I don't care what nigga you with When you speak talk with a purpose or open up your lip
Boys is out of line, how we gon' do it in 2005 We nigga, whoa, you all listening to the Man on Fire DJ Smallz, Chamillionaire callabo, you already I be moving too fast for 'em, so let me slow it up So, they can catch up with me, what it is
Said it then I it, I'm the realest nigga in it Said it I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it Realest nigga in it, realest in it You know Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it
Houston been it back, since Screwed Up rap wasn't rap Now, Chamillionaire is back, to put fact on the map Lil' ass niggaz, fix your act or get slapped We keep up in them holsters, get a package of blap
You could tell by the way the logo, sit above the brim I'm quick to a chick, to go and get another friend If her attitude is right, she can have fun and swim Or I'll send her board like the glass above the rim
Yeah, I keep it in control New Yorkers say I'm nice, Texas say I'm thoed From Blue-Blues to Saigon, to Joe Budden and Southern Don't matter what I'm sold, the streets that I'm cold
Down here the slowed, po' a fo' in that cola Fifth wheel falling back, my bumper kit in a Couple friendly ass suckers, getting boulder and They telling me they ready to get 'em Like Pimp C, I'm like hol' up, up
Yeah, Chamillionaire, the Mix Tape Messiah And right now, I am the Man on Representing for Houston Texas, the air waves On the Chamillionaire mix tape
This a Fear Factor Music, Southern Smoke Slash Chamillitary, slash, Yo Ass production man 'Bout to take it to the level on this one Ay Smallz, let's give em another exclusive to about man
You ain't ready, I run streets