[Chamillionaire:] 
Go... [bad word] , homie,
Go... They on the trail.

[Chamillionaire - [bad word] ]
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):]
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, maybe 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 [bad word] )
'Cause you the police and plus I saw you [bad word] your gun
And the chamber wasn't empty, it was obviously one
(If you think I'm believing that one, you're obviously dumb) Huh?
(I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in
To the vehicle you was driving and ridin'.
You shouldn't be whining about abidin',
By the law, nah, it's obvious you're lying)

[Chamillionaire - [bad word] ]

[Chamillionaire (Cham as Hip Hop Police):]
(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 [bad word] 
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.
I wrong?) [bad word] 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 you're 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).

[Chamillionaire (Slick Rick) + Both. [bad word] 2:]

[(Cham as Hip Hop Police) {Slick as Hip Hop Police} +Slick as Victim:]
(And you can see you're 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.
{big celebrity, a case we long for, you're 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 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 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 nice acting all strange
Like she was gonna get it, pathetic.
I sell in court, now they all apologetic.