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