Mixtape Murder
Chamillionaire Lyrics


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(Intro)
Uh, mixtape murderer
Talkn bout murder

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 VIC 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 Livin Single like Kadeeja
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

Overall Meaning

Chamillionaire's "Mixtape Murder" lyrics paint a picture of an artist who's not afraid of hard work, chasing the money, and staying true to himself. The first verse of the song sets the tone for the rest of the track. Chamillionaire boasts about how he lights up the city and how people might not feel him, but he emphasizes that the only thing that matters is the money. He talks about how he's always chasing millions and is not interested in giving away his hustle to anyone, no matter how pretty they are. He emphasizes that he's all about the money and that his reality shows it.


The second verse of the song continues with Chamillionaire's boasting about his wealth and success. He talks about how he's notorious for doing things bigger and better, just like the late Notorious B.I.G. He mentions how he's attuned to his fans' needs and calls his songs anthems. He also talks about his love of money and how he just cashes them, but no homo, his money is handsome. Chamillionaire emphasizes that he's not acting, and his reactions are always real. He talks about how his swag is always on point and how he's always living his best life. The song ends with him talking about his hustle, which has been deadly even before Fred ever met Betty, Spree-wellin' like Latrelly on Spinners and Perellis, underground Makavelli.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, they say they need part 6 but look at how i light up the city
People are asking for my Mixtape Part 6, but they are not aware of my rise to fame and how I am creating a buzz in the city.


It's that boy Chamilli, many say that they don't feel me
I am Chamillionaire, some don't understand or appreciate my music.


But they don't want it really, nothin gon move but the money
People don't really want my music, they are only interested in money.


You know I know the drilly, my reality be showin like Flava Flav or Diddy
I understand the music industry well and my reality is just like Flava Flav or Diddy.


She got some back and some tittes, and man it's such a pity
The girl has a great body, but it's unfortunate that she thinks I will give her my money just because of it.


She think I give her my hustle just cuz the fact she pretty
The girl thinks that I will share my work ethic just because she is pretty.


Really busy, chasin scrillies and countin all my millies
I am busy trying to make money and counting my millions.


I'm really all about scrilly, and I mean that sincerely
Money is my first priority and I am being honest when I say that.


Just like that VIC single, the game is gettin silly
The rap industry is getting ridiculous like that VIC song.


But so much cheese is stackin like sandwiches in philly
Despite the absurdity of the industry, I am still making a lot of money.


Runnin around for the millies, I think I'm gettin dizzy
I am constantly working to make money and it's becoming overwhelming.


I'm notorious at doin it bigger like I'm Biggie
I am renowned for making it big like Biggie Smalls.


Join my fan club, you a hater, bring some backup
If you don't like me, you are a hater and will need backup if you confront me.


Let my lac up, and hit the switch and it ill back up
I am going to get in my car and it will reverse automatically when I hit a switch.


They can't stand em, make Bill O'reilly have a tantrum
Some people dislike me so much that it would make Bill O'Reilly, known for his short temper, throw a tantrum.


Bet the grands come and if I'm on it, it's an anthem
If I am featured in the song, it will become a popular anthem and bring in a lot of money.


Get the grand son and give a million to my grandson
I want to build a legacy by giving a million dollars to my future grandson.


Yeah we have fun, but told the chick that she can have none
I have a good time, but a girl won't get any of my money.


I heard Plies say that he will never buy a Phantom
Plies said that he will never buy a Phantom car.


I make 28's fit on the ish, you better ask em
I was able to fit 28-inch wheels on my car; you can ask the mechanics who did it.


I attatch em, I love the dolla's I romance em
I have a love affair with money and will always be attached to it.


I just cash em, no homo but my money handsome
I just spend money and don't care what people think about me or my money.


An assassin, be killin the mic with a passion
I am like an assassin, killing the rap game with my passion and skill on the microphone.


I just smash em, then I head right back to my mansion
I finish my rap battle and head back to my luxurious home.


They just actin, but real is my only reaction
Other rappers are acting, but I keep it real in my music and life.


Shoes on my whip, that's where haters jack their fashion
People might hate me but they love my car and the fashion that comes with it.


Swagga jackin, i'm swagga'd up you swagga-lackin
Other people might be copying my style, but I am the one with a good fashion sense.


Swagga pass em, my swagga on inspite of lappin
I am still confident in my style despite others trying to copy me.


Tell em don't listen, if you hate the way my flow is flippin
I am telling people who hate my music to not listen to it.


Still tippin, wheels glisten, my vouge's are swang and clickin
I am still driving around and showing off my shiny wheels and expensive vogues.


Brain n bullet equals pain, who wanna do addition?
Violence is not the solution, you don't want to add more pain to your life.


Pop the clip in, get to trippin, you thinkin that I'm slippin
If you try to attack me, I will use my gun to defend myself and you will realize how wrong you were for thinking I was weak.


Believa, always an over achiever
I am a strong believer in always overachieving in life.


Take a breather, your paper little just like ceaser
Relax, your money is small compared to mine.


Have a seat bra, I make that hater have a seizure
Sit down and watch me make you have a seizure with my talent and success.


When they see the number of coats that's on my Beamer
People get jealous when they see how successful I am; I have so many coats that they don't even fit in my car.


Lift the dough up and on her feet is where I leave her
I give money to people and then leave them to stand on their own two feet.


Then I proceed to gettin my dough up like a Keebla
I am going to work hard to make more money like the Keebler elves.


I don't need her, be Livin Single like Kadeeja
I don't need a woman, I am perfectly fine living on my own like Kadeeja on Living Single.


I won't even go send a cab to go retrieve her
I won't even bother sending a cab to pick her up.


Hustle been deadly before Fred ever met Betty
I have been hustling and making money long before Fred met Betty.


Spree-wellin like Latrelly on Spinners and Perellis
I am spending money and showing off my success in the same way as Latrell Sprewell who was known for wearing Spinners and Perellis.


That was back before Nelly was ever seen singin on the telly
I was making a lot of money even before Nelly became famous for singing on TV.


I been grindin gettin feti, underground Makavelli
I have been working hard and making a lot of money, just like the legendary rapper Makaveli.


My dictionary is missin, so what is competition?
I don't see anyone as a competition.


Think he dissin, he ain't likin how much my pinky glisten
If someone disapproves of me, it's only cause he envies my success.


I ain't trippin I ain't missin, that diamond let it glisten
I am not worried about missing anything because the diamond on my finger is shining bright.


Pop my trunk up and the sign is readin, I'm gon fishin
I am going out to relax like I am fishing; I even have a sign on my car announcing it.




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