Hip Hop Police

Album: Ultimate Victory (2007)
Charted: 50
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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 listenin'
    Be careful or you'll be history
    Looks like another unsolved mystery
    It's murder, murder, murder
    Ah, it's murder, murder, murder
    Yeah, it's murder, murder, murder
    Somebody tell 'em it's murder
    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, man, but 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 watchin' 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 anythin', then why did you run?
    'Cause you the police, and, plus, I saw you cockin' your gun
    And the chamber wasn't empty it was obviously one
    If you think I'm believin' that one then you're obviously dumb (huh?)
    I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in
    To the vehicle you was drivin' and ridin' in
    Instead you shouldn't be whinin', but abidin' by the law
    Now it's obvious that you're lyin'

    With so much drama in the industry
    Hip hop police are listenin'
    Be careful or you'll be history
    Looks like another unsolved mystery
    It's murder, murder, murder
    Ah, it's murder, murder, murder
    Yeah, it's murder, murder, murder
    Somebody tell 'em it's murder
    Murder was the case and they blamed me

    Stop lyin' to me, boy, it'd be best you confess
    I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath
    Saw the mental while I was inspectin' 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 wearin' the sky blue?
    Look at this pic here, he standin' 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 that 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 gettin' out of here, you must think that you're slick
    In the car we confiscated the chronic and the clips
    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 listenin'
    Be careful or you'll be history
    Looks like another unsolved mystery
    It's murder, murder, murder (it's a bloody murder)
    Ah, it's murder, murder, murder (it's a bloody murder)
    Yeah, it's murder, murder, murder (it's a bloody murder)
    Somebody tell 'em it's murder
    Murder was the case and they blamed me

    Now you can see you're screwed as the evidence pours in
    The witness to the crime was at three in the mornin'
    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 eye patch on for?
    Funny puttin' people in a hearse what I heard for
    Where were you the night of April twenty-first, son?
    Home I think that you got your facts wrong, gat's on you
    Chamillionaire robbed, shot 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?
    It was dark, kinda looked like him, I'm not sure
    Failin' to nail 'cause assailant's another
    Believe I see an unmarked tailin' a brother
    Hit the Bodega, not no more game
    This chick used to be all nice, actin' all strange
    Like she was gonna get it, pathetic
    Assailant caught, now they all apologetic

    With so much drama in the industry
    Hip hop police are listenin'
    Be careful or you'll be history
    Looks like another unsolved mystery
    It's murder, murder, murder
    Ah, it's murder, murder, murder
    Yeah, it's murder, murder, murder
    Somebody tell 'em it's murder
    Murder was the case and they blamed me Writer/s: Hakeem Seriki, Jonathan Rotem, Ricky Walters
    Publisher: Royalty Network, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Comments: 1

  • Dre from Norfolk, Vathis song is from his 2nd album "Ultimate Victory" not Sound Of Revenge
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