r.i.p. (remix) lyrics (ft. kendrick lamar, chris brown & yg) – young jeezy

[intro: young jeezy]

[verse 1: young jeezy]
i say rip its the remix killer
mike jack was alive i remix thriller
trapstar b*tch spell it with a big t
give a d*mn if i never be a hot mc
cause im a hood n*gg*
first stoned everybody listen
buy the whole club pejo f*ck with no crys
every watch cant f*ck with my wrist
them average *ss hoes cant f*ck with my b*tch
to the window, to the motherf*ckin’ wall
enough money in my jean to buy a motherf*ckin’ mall
got the choppers in the back bullet proof thats my hummer
r.i.p. to the compet*tion, this is my ..

[verse 2: yg]
r.i.p. i wanna kill the judge
shinin’ like the homie up they dont feel the thug
i’m thirsty, but i dont give a f*ck
f*ckin’ with my ex cause im still in love
i can teach you how to f*ck and how to stack money
i aint wearin’ hollywood you just act funny
girl i know you want this pipe like a crack dummy
stop playin’, im trying to hit like a crash dummy
dont start no sh*t wont be no sh*t

[verse 3: young jeezy]
i cant take your b*tch if i dont see your b*tch
really seen that snow nat geo b*tch
cancel her get another like amino b*tch
whats up?

[hook x2: young jeezy]
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]
run off in this b*tch and im beamin and sh*t
hundred hoes, hundred foes thats my season and sh*t
stomach on belly rolled b*tch im eatin’ and sh*t
you a vegan and sh*t, get off my p*n*s and sh*t
look a bad b*tch i bag that b*tch n*gg* bag back
pull it out the grab bag turn this how to baghdad
bag on my eyes so i dont sleep much, we up
b*tch i beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up
rip to peanut, lil egg, big bag, mosburg, for big, compton i live that
long hair weave with extensions, glocc 17 with the extention
bumpin’ sugar free in the automatic dualie tv in it like its 97 watchin p*rno movies
holler chiddy chiddy bang its the countdown gang
f*ck whoever dont like it, lil k dot be the name b*tch

[hook x2]

[verse 4: chris brown]
look, r.i.p. to the vip
i got my lil n*gg*s in the club f*ck i.d,
my n*gg*s kill at will, give you black eyes peas
and the molly make the white girl look chinese
okay, always be my n*gg*s out here ballin’
and all you fake *ss artists, ya’ll n*gg*s out here drawin’
okay, now dearly departed
i bought a plane i depart it
and if you started from the bottom gon’ come out the closet
you problematic, i bought them ratchets and automatics
clip hold thirty-two, i make you feel the magic
you gon’ see the flashes like you in a pageant
all black suits and them long caddys

[hook x4]

/ ft kendrick lamar chris brown yg young jeezy lyrics