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Go Go Go Go Go Go
Keep runnin' homie Go Go Go Go Go Go They on the trail Go Go Go Go Go Go Keep runnin' homie Go Go Go Go Go Go They on the trail With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah It's murda murda murda yeah It's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me Officer I didn't do it you can't blame me for this Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain't a snitch No cooperation is exactly what you will get Til I talk to my lawyer you get no reply You've obviously been watching too much CSI I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try To talk your dirty trash to me no BFI If you are not guilty of anything then why did you run Cause you the police and plus I saw you cocking your gun And the chamber wasn't empty it was obviously one If you think I'm believing that one your obviously dumb Huh I know that you heard the sirens you dived in To the vehicle you was driving and ridin And you shouldn't be whining about abidin By the law nah it's obvious your lying With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah It's murda murda murda yeah It's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me Stop lying to me boy it'd be best you confess I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath Saw the meth while I was inspecting your deck Saw that you was ridin dirty when I looked at the rest Who is this guy Busta Who is this guy Snoop Who is his other friend who's wearing the sky blue Look at this pic here he standing beside you Tell me his name now I heard he was piru Confiscated the CD's at one of your homes For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs What about this Pimp guy he was on one of your songs I coulda sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones Am I wrong Hell yeah I don't know who that is I don't know no Pimp C all I know is I'm rich And I'm a bond like James bet I be out here quick Man You ain't getting out of here you must think that your slick In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse Diary that you had and all your Blueprints On the Death Row booklet we found your two prints Your thumb and your index the judge will love this With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda It's a bloody murder Ah it's murda It's a bloody murder Yeah it's murda It's a bloody murder Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in The witness to the crime was at 3 in the morning Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and You'll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him A big celebrity a case we long for You a pirate Why you got that eyepatch on for Funny Puttin people in a hurse what I heard for Where were you the night of April 21st son Home I think that you got your facts wrong gats on you Chamillionaire Rob Chuck Couple cats on Melview What We gonna have to jail you too In the line up don't speak until we tell you to This the person who jimmed your lock sir Well he's dark Kinda looked like him I'm not sure Fail into nail cause a cell it's another Leave I see an unmarked tail in the glover Hit the Bodega not no more game This chick used to be all nice acting all strange Like she was gonna get it pathetic I sell in court now they all apologetic With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah it's murda murda murda yeah it's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me |
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<i>[Chorus]</i>
I get that paper, I do it major I'm stayin sucker-free and, I'm shakin haters (OHH!) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> My money get jealous, I keep the dough in check The checks bounce, give me cash and give me mo' interest Rick Rock, now I get the dough goin west 20 thou' on the ground, what'chu wanna bet? If I lose I roll another bet to even up Keep lookin for the dough like I ain't seen enough Fully equipped the whip, that would be a plus Hop off the you-know-what and I'ma leave it up (Tell us what you leavin up) The dough on the Lambo' Don't try to be a Rambo or be an example Passport paper, ain't a place that I can't go Haters gettin sick 'bout to +Earl+, like Kimbo (ugh!) Go ahead man, smack yourself silly Rubberbands never fit when I package my scrilly Overseas but I'm still the man back in my city Ugh, put the cream on the acne like Diddy (what'chu mean?) Show you how to make 'em put the paper in your face Let the yellow bones know that it's time to skate Pillsbury dough sho' make a lot of cake Time to show all of these suckas how to paper chase The blueprint for the paper, just rewind it back Yeah our money cash cars, I be rhymin that Stay ballin on the base like a Diamondback While you in the crowd gettin mad because the concert packed <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Two chicks talkin to me on the 3-way Breeze blowin in the hair of my breezy Woodgrain I'ma grab when you see me Oakland in my hand like it's eBay Both chicks beggin me to come to see A No time like I ran out of prepaid If you don't go and give this hotness to the DJ You'll need a Doctor and it ain't gonna be Dre Fans tryin to figure out and try to find who the last verse of the last hearse applied to I could tell you a lie and tell you it's not you But like B on the ScanTron - not true Cause y'all boys is costumes I brush 'em off like the canvas in an art room Bring it on boy, my victory's your doom Your plan was to 'Samity Sam me but it's gone BOOM! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Some people hate to see you spendin the new bucks You better not show your animosity to us Hit gon' have the three K's like Klu Klux So bring 'em to the barber that'll give 'em a crewcut Yup! That mean minus a couple Need to be findin your mind instead of findin some trouble Cause it's obvious you lost when we up out of the huddle Ready to blitz, yup - I seen you in outer space like a shuttle Ha ha; one mil', two mil', three, fo' mil' Stayin hungry like I missed the past fo' meals Half a mil' still tell a man "No deal" Ridin with the type of bananas you don't peel Yeah, the type of weapon that don't jam Like most of these rappers in this game that don't man Plus the homie ridin with me is no fan Don't bring the drama wit'chu if you ain't bringin no plan <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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