Bun B Intro Songtext
von Chamillionaire

Haha, haha
Y′all know what it is
Now say it with me (Tell 'em the name)
Chamillitary mayne
Hold up, y′all know what it is (Chamillitary mayne)
Yeah, Mixtape Messiah
The rest, we run this

I'm sitting back in my Impala
Wondering why niggas be hating on me
And I figured 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 dollar
The more you hate me, the more it motivates me


Mixtape Messiah 1, don't act like you ain′t hear that joint
I'm like Young Buck with a knife, niggas don′t 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
Enter class 101, number one lesson
Never turn a one on one to a one on guns
But if it′s more than one, and you know there's one more come
Make him shut his mouth like a nun that don′t want no tongue
And he's done, I run from home to home
To hell with phone sex, I ain′t tryna bone the phone
Tryna get up in her X and Y chromosomes
Turn an empty garage in her home to a chroming zone
Parked up in it, I just got a minute
When I spot the kitten, man, 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
You better say it to a nigga face
Get up in a nigga place, rid him of his dinner plate
They ain′t eating like we eating, that's why niggas gotta hate
Delegator weapon that′ll leave 'em with the Nelly face
Band-aid on it, first-aid pass it
Telling you they sending you a medical, that′s it
Forget a throwback, hard wood classic
Lay you on your back on the hardwood, ass kick
Looking for Koop, but 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, now my face, 'cause niggas don′t want me
To make the KP like the homie that′s up in Sony
It's the 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 line
Forget cars, tell MTV to pimp your rhymes

I'm sitting back in my Impala
Wondering why niggas be hating on me
And I figured 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 dollar
The more you hate me, the more it motivates me