Songtexte: Chamillionaire. Realest Niggas In It.

Excuse me for not introducing myself correctly
I am the Man on Fire, A.K.A. the Mix Tape Messiah
A.K.A. the Chamillinator, Smallz let's get 'em
You know what time it is, H-Town, stand up, you know who I am

Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Realest nigga in it, realest nigga in it
You know that Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it

Aye, Koopa it's been a minute fool
But the streets of the South say they feeling you
Tell me what you wanna know and I can lyrically give you an interview

Koopa it's been a minute fool but the streets
Of the South say they feeling you
Tell me what you wanna know
And I can lyrically give you a interview

Well, one, why do these wanna be
Ass suckers, be on your dick?
'Cause being fake is in they blood
Can't stick with one click, so they switch

Two, why the hell these boys keep talking like you gon' fail
'Cause they think that bar been raised
So high that I can't match them sales

Well, can you? Yeah, nigga just wait and see
You got property, you better watch for me
'Cause I buy that land that you living on
And sell it right back to you like monopoly

Question three, who producing your album man?
Scott Storch, Beat Bullies, Mannie Fresh, Cool and Dre
And the list goes on pimping
I'm coming down, hundred miles and I'm gunning
Loud ass speakers growl when they humming
Chamillitary the sound that they summing

One and nothing, talking down when I'm not around
Got nothing but bad words
You thinking you bad but Cham worse
You couldn't even F' with a damn verse

Plus you must be on that stuff, got 'em pissing they Pampers
See me pull up on 24's, your hoe horny like antlers

They messing with you my nigga but I ain't gotta tell you that
You already know that, tell 'em who you is, the Mix Tape Messiah
Okay, tell 'em what you represent, Chamillitary mayn
Already, H-Town, stand up, let's go

Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Realest nigga in it, realest nigga in it
You know that Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it

Realest nigga in it, when I'm riding it be tinted
And the trunk looks like it's dented 'cause the bass is at it's limit
Them niggaz they be talking, but them niggaz they don't live it
Said it in a sentence, they might say how they distribute

When you see 'em, they be timid, they ain't even independent
They be living with they mama, man, these niggaz full of drama
They might smoke some marijuana but won't get up off they ass
Till I come down in my slab, posted up behind that glass

Texas what it is, light reflection on my wrist
Looking like a section of the complexion on my chick
I don't need a click, all I need's a extra clip
Let them twenty bullets rip and twenty niggaz flip
In this verse I'm so legit, I don't care what nigga you with
When 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 2005
We coming nigga, whoa, you all listening to the Man on Fire
DJ Smallz, Chamillionaire callabo, you already know
I might be moving too fast for 'em, so let me slow it up
So, they can catch up with me, that's what it is

Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Realest nigga in it, realest nigga in it
You know that Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it

Houston been doing it back, since Screwed Up rap wasn't rap
Now, Chamillionaire is back, to put that fact on the map
Lil' flicking ass niggaz, fix your act or get slapped
We keep hollows up in them holsters, get a package of blap

You could tell by the way the Texas logo, sit above the brim
I'm quick to tell a chick, to go and get another friend
If her attitude is right, she can have some fun and swim
Or I'll send her back board like the glass above the rim

Yeah, I gotta keep it in control
New Yorkers say I'm nice, Texas niggaz say I'm thoed
From Blue-Blues to Saigon, to Joe Budden and Southern Flows
Don't matter what I'm sold, the streets saying that I'm cold

Down here the music slowed, po' a fo' in that cola
Fifth wheel falling back, my bumper kit in a coma
Couple friendly ass suckers, getting boulder and boulder
They telling me that they ready to get 'em
Like Pimp C, I'm like hol' up, hol' up

Yeah, it's Chamillionaire, the Mix Tape Messiah
And right now, I am the Man on Fire
Representing for Houston Texas, invading the air waves
On the official Chamillionaire mix tape

This a Fear Factor Music, slash Southern Smoke
Slash Chamillitary, slash, Beat Yo Ass production man
'Bout to take it to the next level on this one
Ay Smallz, let's give em another exclusive to brag about man

You ain't ready, I run these streets