Chamillionaire - Man on These Beats lyrics

[Intro] I mean somebody gonna have to get a n***a on the phone Know what I’m saying? Straight up. We gotta get to the bottom of this (Houston, there’s a problem) I must have missed that news bulletin Ain’t fell off, baby Still here, baby Thousands and thousands of mixtapes strong It’s the Messiah, n***a It’s the king, Koopa You know who that is Yeah [Bridge] Last time I checked I was the man on these beats And they say it’s all about supply and demand on these streets Chamillitary’s that label they demanding for me Give a damn about a rapper, I’m the man on these beats [Verse 1] Look at the game, look at these lames Looks like it’s lame season Fit in the game, get in the game Quick and I ain’t leaving Sitting on swangs, switching the lane Fifth in my bang beatin, huh I’m doing my thing, man, you blind if you ain’t seeing Cause I’m the dopest rapper from Houston if they don’t mention dog Ask him and if he don’t say me then he one that prevents it y’all (uh uh) It ain’t gone happen ’cause I was meant to ball I can’t help it They get mad, look in the wind and the fender falls So I protect my pot of gold like a leprechaun Without the green suit I’d rather put a weapon on Boys on the eastside like them two n***as next to John Now they say Chamillionare equal to the letters next to Bun Trill And the answer to the game, huh So you still lose whether you get it right or get it wrong They said I would fall off But they didn’t write it down in stone Talking low but I hear every word like that whisper song (yeah) I’m young, rich and flagrant Tell the referee that I’m foul He just ran into my first That n***a slipped and it said “pow!”