(Young) Jeezy Lyrics
"R.I.P."

[Hook]
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank Patron out the bottle, almost killed a thug
When I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting 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

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with 3 b*tches
Tired of being in the middle of trial with 3 snitches
And I hit up every club in your city
Where n*ggas at?
I be in every club in the hood
Where n*ggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin' like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy sh*t, like in the 80's
Who the n*gga think he is
Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or somethin', look at his chain
YSL, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any n*gga with a watch like that
He need attention
Your man don't ball out like that
You need to bench him

[Hook]
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 we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head, almost killed a thug

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I'm gone, don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad b*tches off in my section
Just let some more in
And every n*gga came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this b*tch like we some Haitians
She got good head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherf*cker, here's the situation:
1:45 am, the knob broken
By the time a n*gga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass b*tch
She on the Molly
She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry
She think she Halle

[Hook]
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 we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head, almost killed a thug

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Got a pocket full of dead prez
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep sh*ttin' on n*ggas, 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 n*gga that's built to last
You f*ck 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 countin' this cash, n*gga!

[Hook]
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 we just killed the club
Took Patron to the head, almost killed a thug