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Let’s get ‘em Happy
Go!

Y’all ain’t about nothing
Y’all ain’t about nothing
Y’all frontin, y’all frontin, y’all frontin, y’all frontin
Y’all niggaz just hate, Y’all niggaz just hate
Y’all fake, Y’all fake, Y’all fake, Y’all fake
You ain’t finna do nothing, you ain’t finna do nothing
Y’all frontin, y’all frontin, y’all frontin, y’all frontin
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying
You just say it to my face

Yeah you see him? (Yeah)
You see him bow beat him down lean him down (lean him)
Your breathing sound like you now layin down sleepin
You be surrounded or found on the ground bleedin
You see him how he look now and he ain’t found a reason
My reason is that they won’t have to persuade
Me to have the courage to walk right up and say it to your face
A faker never know he fake
A hater never admit he hate
By the time they figure it out is probably gon be too late (yeah)
Grinning up your face is like you tryin to let me know
That you ain’t really happy how how I’m getting all this dough
Let the truth be told tell me is your friend a foe
Better make it clear or get mistaken for a hoe (Yeah)
And then you take him to the floor
I can’t ignore it if you’re talking
But I hope that what you talking ain’t about running up or robbing
Walk around like everybody is the enemy just for precaution (just for
Precaution)
I get no surprised and have to see an early coffin

And what you smokin’. your brain clouded yet the pine got your mind polluted
You got some smarts in your mind hey it’s time use it
Your friends arrive talkin down on the loud music
Them niggaz’s lying plus them concept is gettin included
How could they tell you, you was built to last
You built like a boxing bag, put a whoopin on that ass
See us approachin that set in motion in that hour glass
Wrong words are built too fast, find your exit and dash
Lookin for crabs in a bucket tryin criticize me (me)
But they do it around them niggaz don’t say it around me (me)
And if they do us opposite how they feel about me (me)
Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me
I see you a busta and I’mma bust ya in your lip
Put some lipstick in my fist, throwin you a kiss
Since I see that you a sucker, suck a gasoline dick
Put it right up to your lip, put a lighter to the tip (boom!)

Where you from? (Where you from?)
Act like you know I’m from the south
We ain’t playin, what you sayin?
I can’t hear you when you talk
What you want? (What you want?)
What you sayin out your mouth?
We ain’t playin, what you sayin?
I can’t hear you when you talk
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Act like you know I’m from the south
We ain’t playin, what you sayin?
I can’t hear you when you talk
What you want? (What you want?)
What you sayin out your mouth?
We ain’t playin, what you sayin?
I can’t hear you when you talk

(Feat. Slick Rick)

[Intro]:
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

[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

[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)

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

[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)

[Chorus 2]:
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+

[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 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

[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

Chorus:
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car thief style
You monkey walk, a hunchback, keep quiet
Talkin ’bout mi casa, scared to death when I pop up
I’m fouler than gats that dont bust when they supposed to
Been around you, play close, but wasn’t close to you
The setup was weak, you coming
I saw you cuttin corners, snake-type shit
Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding
Cowboy rope, choke your throat
Put the bogey out in your face
Now your face laced like ash tray space
Stay fuck outta my way
Get a scar on your face, shoot you up above waist
If I aint got beef right here or right there
Ice Grill fear, shoulda set it off right it off right there
CNN war report, spread across New York
Guard him indian style kness bent, militant
Yo the world know Noriega from Iraq
Beef would be serious, keep it real as that
Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat
Little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug
Thuglife, yo we stuck in the game like it’s a drug
My pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too
Uncle Wise been banned since ‘82
Back on the streets, A hundred seven got brew
I see you, come see you, writing scrolls
To the rest of the fam, locked in holes
Now ay-ay, money come first, snatch purse
Go to church, yo that’s not me, money I’m cursed
He bliss glamourous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than
You
Think
Just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts
Yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin’
Your wife, wha-what!, dressed indecent
A hundred crackers, yo it’s the one-ten precinct

Chorus
Yo time zone, cabron, madicon
Bitches callin me up tryin to set me up
Like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina
Emmanuel, use fish gill to sell
General click deep with cartel
When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail
Shorty legs mad smooth, son I left slow
Pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck
Fatty bangin’, she analyze, my chain hangin’
We waitin, conversatin’, evil as Satan
Illegal life, watch police on bikes
Son I feel ashamed, they monkey wrenched the whole gang
A stress day, police watch the twelve “K”
While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay
Ale’, laid back, cognac
And I dont even drink like that, I sell crack
Yo my license, playin type mean, sell to fiends
Bust guns, parallel
Pistal (pistol), bust well
Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather
Click together, keep gats under the leather
You lightweight, what? I’m heavyweight hold weight
Yo these jail niggas comin’ home taking a shit
Yo illegal business, them niggas got bagged quick
Got smoked
God body cat, he sniff coke
Yo he’s old time, thinkin ’bout drinkin’ his wine
Regulatin’ 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout
Tactics, keep gats under the mattress
Player hater, my team a bunch of regulator
Set you up, you wont make it to the elevator
You never been to jail, I’m jail seen
Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen
Shooting up scenes
Real niggas take cream
Chorus 2x
(people giving shout outs)