R-I-P (Feat- Young Jeezy)
Ya  what's up
That's what I'm saying though

We gotta hurry up so we can
Go to the club *****

RIP We just killed the club
Drink patron out the bottle
Almost killed a thug
When I'm so high
I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here
I don't feel the love
RIP  RIP  RIP  RIP

RIP  We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
I'm in a brand new dropped top
'Rari with three *****es
Tired of being in middle trial
With three snitches
And I hit up every club in
Your city where ****** at
I be in every club in the hood
Where ****** at
Pulled up
Jumped out stuntin like I was baby
I'm on my ******* cowboy ****
Like in the 80's
Who a ***** think he is
Slick Rick or Danny Dane
Think he Rakim or something
Look at his chain
Why self from head to toe
I'm Dougie Fresh
Lookin like I came to play Mitchell and Ness
Any ***** with a watch like
That he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that
You need to bench him
RIP  RIP  RIP  RIP

RIP  We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
RIP  RIP  RIP  RIP

RIP  We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
I'm gone  don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big
They on Somalian
Got some bad *****es off in my section
Just let some more in
And every ***** that came here with me
Kick your door in
Roll up  pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in
This ***** like we so Haitian
She got good head  good brains
Good education
I'm drunker than a mother
****er heres the situation
1: 45 AM the nine broken
By the time a ***** get to
The crib the mall open
Man the nerve of this hot ass *****
She on the molly
She said she want me to call her Ms  Berry
She think she Halle
RIP  RIP  RIP  RIP
RIP  We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
RIP  RIP  RIP  RIP

RIP  We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of dead bread
Attached to your girl like a jpeg

Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on ******
Need potty train

Turn up  colligreen
I'm on gasoline
And I'm on that promethayzine

Life ain't nuthin but a G thang
Switch lane  get brain
Hand down her g-string
I'm the type ***** that's built to last

You **** with me
I 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  *****
RIP  RIP  RIP  RIP

RIP  We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
RIP  RIP  RIP  RIP

RIP  We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug