Artist: (Young) Jeezy f/ Chris Brown, Kendrick Lamar, YG Album: R.I.P. (Remix) {S} Song: R.I.P. (Remix) Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Young Jeezy] Yeah, what! {Mustard on the beat ho~!} R.I.P, it's the remix killer Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix "Thriller" (yeeeah) Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T (T) Give a damn if I never be a hot MC (Ha-haaa) Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list (YEAH) Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no Cris (daaamn) That average ass watch can't fuck with my wrist (nope) Them average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch (nah) To the window, to the motherfuckin' wall (wall) Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall (It's Tha World, nigga)) Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer (let's go!) [Y.G.] YG FO' HUNNID~! R.I.P, I wanna kill the judge (judge) Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug I'm thirsty, but I don't give a fuck Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in love Uh, I can teach you how to fuck 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 Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit [Young Jeezy] I can't take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch (nah) We done seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch (Ha-haaa) Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino bitch (let's go!) [Chorus 2X: Young Jeezy] R.I.P. (yeah) R.I.P. (yeah) R.I.P. (yeah) R.I.P (what) R.I.P., we just killed the club Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug [Kendrick Lamar] Turnt up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit Hundred hoes, hundred fold, this my season and shit Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and shit Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up And R.I.P to P-Nut, Little Eric, get back Mausberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that Long hair weave with exten-sions Glock 17 with exten-sion Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic dually T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno movie Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name, bitch [Chorus] [Chris Brown] Look, R-R-R.I.P. to the V.I.P I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas And the molly make the white girl look Chinese Okay, O.H.B., my niggas out here ballin' And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin' Ok now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed And if you started from the bottom gon' head and come out the closet You problematic, I bought them ratchets 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 [Chorus] - 2X