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