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