R.I.P Opening

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
R.I.P., we just killed the club,
Drank Patrón out the bottle almsot killed a thug,
I'm so high, I can't feel the drugs,
Too many haters sittin' 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 Patrón to the head almsot killed a thug.

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I'm in a brand new drop top ‘Rari with three bitches,
Tired bein' in the middle of trial with three snitches;
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,
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the eightys.
Who the nigga 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,
Lookin' like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness.
Any nigga with a watch like that,
He need attention.
Your man don't ball out like that,
You need to bench him.

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

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[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Got a pocket full of dead pres,
Attached to your girl like a JPEG,
Party scene turn to a murder scene,
Keep shittin' on niggas, 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 nigga that built to last,
You fuck with me, Ill 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, nigga!

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