Mixtape Murder

(Inrto) Uh, mixtape murderer Talkn bout murder (Chamillionaire) Yeah, they say they need part 6 but look at how I light up the city It's that boy Chamilli, many say that they don't feel me But they don't want it really, nothin gon move but the money You know I know the drilly, my reality be showin like Flava Flav or Diddy She got some back and some tittes, and man it's such a pity She think I give her my hustle just cuz the fact she pretty Really busy, chasin scrillies and countin all my millies I'm really all about scrilly, and I mean that sincerely Just like that V.I.C. single, the game is gettin silly But so much cheese is stackin like sandwiches in philly Runnin around for the millies, I think I'm gettin dizzy I'm notorious at doin it bigger like I'm Biggie Join my fan club, you a hater, bring some backup Let my lac up, and hit the switch and it ill back up They can't stand em, make Bill O'reilly have a tantrum Bet the grands come and if I'm on it, it's an anthem Get the grand son and give a million to my grandson Yeah we have fun, but told the chick that she can have none I heard Plies say that he will never buy a Phantom I make 28's fit on the ish, you better ask em I attatch em, I love the dolla's I romance em I just cash em, no homo but my money handsome An assassin, be killin the mic with a passion I just smash em, then I head right back to my mansion They just actin, but real is my only reaction Shoes on my whip, that's where haters jack their fashion Swagga jackin, I'm swagga'd up you swagga-lackin Swagga pass em, my swagga on inspite of lappin Tell em don't listen, if you hate the way my flow is flippin Still tippin, wheels glisten, my vouge's are swang and clickin Brain n bullet equals pain, who wanna do addition? Pop the clip in, get to trippin, you thinkin that I'm slippin Believa, always an over achiever Take a breather, your paper little just like ceaser Have a seat bra, I make that hater have a seizure When they see the number of coats that's on my Beamer Lift the dough up and on her feet is where I leave her Then I proceed to gettin my dough up like a Keebla I don't need her, be living single like Khadijah I won't even go send a cab to go retrieve her Hustle been deadly before Fred ever met Betty Spree-wellin like Latrelly on Spinners and Perellis That was back before Nelly was ever seen singin on the telly I been grindin gettin feti, underground Makavelli My dictionary is missin, so what is competition? Think he dissin, he ain't likin how much my pinky glisten I ain't trippin I ain't missin, that diamond let it glisten Pop my trunk up and the sign is readin, I'm gon fishin