[talking]

Ha-ha aah, y'all know what it is

Now say it with me (tell 'em the name)

Chamillitary mayn, hold up y'all know what it is

Chamillitary mayn, yeah (hmmm)

Mixtape Messiah, told em



[Hook]

I'm sitting back in my Impala, wondering why niggaz be hating on me

And I figure that maybe it's cause, I'm the balling ass nigga that they know they wanna be

You got a problem with me then just holla, but better think again before you approach me

Just give me that give me that dolla, the mo' you hate me the mo' it motivates me



[Chamillionaire]

Mixtape Messiah 1, don't act like you ain't hear that joint

I'm like Young Buck with a knife, niggaz gon get my point

So point the hater out, who say that I ain't about

Whatever I say I'm bout, and that doubt I'ma fade 'em out

It's a class 1-0-1, number one less son

Never turn a one-on-one, to a one-on-guns

But if it's more than one, and you know that one more come

Make him shut his mouth like a nun, that don't want no tongue

Now he's done (uhh), I run from home to home

To hell with phone sex, I ain't trying to bone the phone

Trying to get inside her X, and Y chromosome

Turn a empty garage in her home, to a chroming zone

Yeah parked up in it, I just got a minute

When I spot the kitten, mayn I'm bout to hit it yeah

I told 'em I had it locked, they didn't believe me

Now they yelling (that's right), like Young Jeezy

Ha-ha, you better say it to a nigga face

Get up in a nigga place, with a mother's dinner plates

They ain't eating like we eating, that's why niggaz gotta hate

Delegate a weapon, that'll leave him with the Nelly face

(what you mean) Band-Aid on it, (first day pass it)

Telling you they sending you a medical, (that's it)

Forget a Throwback, Hardwood Classic

Lay you on your back on the hardwood, ass kicked

Looking for Koopa, don't look for me by your lonely

Cause homie I keep it on me, that's only to keep the phonies

Laying off in they place not my face, cause niggaz don't want me

To make the cake, be like the homie that's up at Sony

Bishop Don with the funds nigga, fix your grind

I show the green, like his pimping outfits was mine

And Slim Thugger that's my boy, so I can switch his lines

Forget cars, tell MTV to pimp your rhymes



[Hook]