Chamillionaire [Intro]: Go x6 Keep runnin' homie Go x6 They on the trail Go x6 Keep runnin' homie Go x6 They on the trail
Chamillionaire [Chorus]: 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
Chamillionaire (Cham as Hip-Hop Police) [Verse 1]: 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 would get Til I talk til 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 A+nd you shouldn't be whining about abidin+ By the law, nah it's obvious your lying)
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Chamillionaire (Cham as Hip Hop Police) [Verse 2]: (Stop lying to me boy, it'd be best you confess I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath Saw the ??? 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'ma 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)
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Slick Rick (Cham as Hip Hop Police) [Slick as Hip Hop Police] +Slick as Victim+ [Verse 3]:
(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 [?Son, 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 jimmied 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