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YOUNG JEEZY lyrics : "R.I.P. (Remix) Feat. Chris Brown, Kendrick Lamar & YG"

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
R.I.P it's the remix, killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller

Trap star, (*##$, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood ^!$$%, first on everybody's list

Buy the whole club P, don't $#&@ with no Cris
That average $$# watch can't $#&@ with my wrist
Them average $$# hoes can't $#&@ with my (*##$

To the window, to the mother$#&@in' wall
Enough money in my jeans to buy a mother$#&@in' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer

R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer

[Verse 2: Y.G.]

R.I.P I wanna kill the judge
Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug
I'm thirsty, but I don't give a $#&@

$#&@in' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to $#&@ and how to stack money
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act funny

But I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy


[Bridge: Y.G. and Young Jeezy]
Don't start no %#@!, it won't be no %#@!
I can't take yo (*##$ if I don't see yo (*##$

We done seen that snow, Nat Geo (*##$
Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino (*##$


[Hook: Young Jeezy x2]
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

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Turn up in (*##$ %#@! and I'm beamin' and %#@!
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and %#@!
Stomach on belly roll, (*##$ I'm eatin' and %#@!

You a vegan and %#@!, get off my ^&@#$ and %#@!
Look a bad (*##$, I back that (*##$ ^!$$% back back
Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad

Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up
(*##$ I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, little Eric

Mausberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that
Long hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 with extension

Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a !@$^o movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang

$#&@ whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name

[Hook: Young Jeezy x2]


[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
R.I.P. to the V.I.P.

I got my lil' ^!$$%s in the club, $#&@ I.D.
My ^!$$%s kill at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese

O.H.B., my ^!$$%s out here ballin'
And all these fake $$# artists, y'all ^!$$%s out here drawin'
Ok now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed

And if you started from the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought them rachets and automatics
Clip hold 32, I make you feel the Magic

You gon' see the flashes, like you in a pageant
All black suits, and them long Caddys


[Hook: Young Jeezy x4]

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