R.I.P
Young Jeezy
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R.I.P we just killed the club Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club Took patron to the head almost killed a thug I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at? I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at? Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club Took patron to the head almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club Took patron to the head almost killed a thug I'm gone, don't know where I'm going Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians She got good head, good brains, good education I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club Took patron to the head almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club Took patron to the head almost killed a thug Got a pocket full of Dead Prez Attached to your girl like a .jpeg Party scene turn to a murder scene Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine Life ain't nothin but a G thing Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string I'm the type of nigga thats built to last You f*ck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall That you might need a giraffe When you was countin this cash, nigga! R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club Took patron to the head almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
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Written by: Andrew Noland, Andrew Young, Charles Carter, Dijon Mcfarlane, Eric Wright, Gregory Webster, Jay Jenkins, Leroy Bonner, Lorenzo Patterson, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, Norman Napier, O'shea Jackson, Ralph Middlebrooks, Roger Parker, Steve Arrington, Tauheed Epps, Walter Morrison, Waung Hankerson, William De Vaughn
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