Artist: (Young) Jeezy f/ 2 Chainz
Album:  It's Tha World
Song:   R.I.P.
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, wassup?
That's what I'm sayin' though
We gotta hurry so we can go to the club, nigga (2 CHAINZ~!)
{Mustard in the beat ho~!}

[Jeezy]
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank Patrón out the bottle, almost killed a thug
I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here, I don't feel the love, look

[Chorus: 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 Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug (let's go)

[Jeezy]
I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with 3 bitches (YEAH)
Tired being in the middle of trial with 3 snitches (Ha-haaa)
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 (WHOO)
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's (Daaamn)
Who the nigga think he is? Slick Rick or Dana Dane? (Dane)
Think he Rakim or something, look at his chain (yeeeah)
YSL, from head to toe, I'm Doug E Fresh (Fresh)
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness (YEAH)
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention ('tention)
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him (OHHH)

[Chorus] - 2X

[Jeezy]
I'm gone (gone) - don't know where I'm goin' (goin')
Pockets on extra big, they're on Samoan (YEAH)
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in (more in)
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in (daaamn)
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Haitians (YEAH)
She got good head, good brains, good education (Ha-haaa)
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation (let's go)
1:45 A.M., the knob broken
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open (Chea)
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the Molly (WHOO)
She said she want me to call her Ms. +Berry+, she think she +Halle+ (Yeah)

[Chorus] - 2X

[2 Chainz]
2 CHAINZ~!
Got a pocket full of dead prez (yeah)
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg (tell em)
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shitting on niggas, need potty train (TRU)
Turn up (turn up) -- collard greens
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine (DAMN)
Life ain't nothing but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
You fuck with me, I'll 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 counting this cash, nigga~!

[Chorus] - 2X