R.I.P.
YG & Jeezy Lyrics


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R.I.P it's the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list
Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no Cris
That average ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the motherfuckin' wall
Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer

R.I.P I wanna kill the 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
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act funny
Girl 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
I can't take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch
Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino bitch

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., 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

Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, 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
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that
Long hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 with extension
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

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., 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. 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
OHB, my niggas out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
Okay now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed
And if you started from the bottom gon' 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

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., 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., 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., 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to YG and Jeezy's song "R.I.P." present a boastful tone and a celebration of their lifestyle, which includes excess and violence. The song features lyrics about living life to the fullest and not caring about the consequences of their actions. They brag about being able to buy the whole club and owning expensive items like watches and cars, while also referencing their ability to handle conflict with their weapons.


The lyrics also contain references to deceased people, including Michael Jackson and YG's friend "P-nut, little Eric", and the hook repeats "R.I.P." throughout the song. This could be interpreted as a tribute to those who have passed away or a warning to their enemies.


In contrast to the aggressive and violent lyrics, there are also references to sex and love, with YG claiming he can teach others how to "fuck and stack money" and still being in love with his ex. These lyrics suggest a desire for intimate connections and a softer side to their personalities.


Overall, the lyrics to "R.I.P." glorify a reckless and glamorous lifestyle, while also acknowledging the impact of violence and loss.


Line by Line Meaning

R.I.P it's the remix killer
I am the killer of remixes


Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
If Michael Jackson was alive, I would have remixed Thriller


Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
I am a popular rapper and drug dealer, spell it with a capital T


Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
I do not care if I am not considered a great rapper


Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list
Because I am a gangster from the ghetto and well-known by everyone


Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no Cris
I buy the expensive liquor for everyone in the club, don't waste time with the cheaper stuff


That average ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
My expensive watch is better than yours


Them average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
My girlfriend is better than average


To the window, to the motherfuckin' wall
A line from a well-known song


Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
I have so much money in my pockets that I could buy a shopping mall


Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
My Hummer is bulletproof and I have guns in the trunk


R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer
I am killing the competition, this summer is mine


I wanna kill the judge
I have a desire to harm the judge in my case


Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug
The judge is attempting to imprison my friend and does not understand what it means to be a thug


I'm thirsty, but I don't give a fuck
I am dehydrated, but I do not care


Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I am dating my ex again because I still love her


I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money
I can teach you how to have sex and to make money


I ain't went Hollywood, you just act funny
I have not become like the fake celebrities in Hollywood, you are just acting strange


Girl I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy
Girl, I know you want to have sex with me


Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy
Stop playing games, I want to have sex like a crash dummy


Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
If you don't start any problems, there won't be any problems


I can't take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
I cannot steal your girlfriend if I do not see her


We done seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch
We have seen a lot of cocaine, just like the TV show National Geographic


Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino bitch
Cancel your girlfriend and find a new one, like the character Nino in the movie New Jack City


R.I.P we just killed the club
We had so much fun in the club that it feels like we have killed it


Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
We drank a lot of Patron and almost got into a fight with a gangster


Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
I arrive in style and feeling great


Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit
I am dating many women, this is my time to shine


Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
I am financially successful and eating well


You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and shit
You are a vegan, leave me alone


Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back
I see a hot girl, I try to impress her


Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
I have a lot of money and can impress any girl


Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up
I have dark circles under my eyes because I do not sleep much but I am still successful


Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up
I am good at making music and my friends will fight anyone who disagrees


And R.I.P to p-nut, little Eric
I pay my respects to my deceased friends P-nut and Little Eric


Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that
I own a Mossberg shotgun and 4 Bentleys, I live in Compton


Long hair weave with extensions
I have long hair extensions


Glock 17 with extension
I have a Glock 17 pistol with an extended magazine


Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic dually
I am listening to Suga Free in my automatic pickup truck


T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno movie
I have televisions in my vehicle like they did in 1997, and I watch porn


Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
I shout out that I am part of the Compton gang


Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name, bitch
I do not care if people do not like me, my name is K-Dot and I am proud of it


R.I.P. to the V.I.P
I say goodbye to the VIP section of the club


I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D
I have underage people in the club with me and do not care about ID checks


My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas
My friends will fight anyone who messes with us and give them black eyes


And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
Taking Molly makes white girls look like they are from China


OHB, my niggas out here ballin'
OHB is the crew I roll with and we are doing well financially


And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
I see all these phony rappers trying to be like me but they are not successful


Okay now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed
I bought a plane and I am proud of it


And if you started from the bottom gon' and come out the closet
If you are honest about your background


You problematic, I bought them ratchets and automatics
If you cause problems, I have guns to handle it


Clip hold 32, I make you feel the Magic
My gun can hold 32 bullets, you will feel the bullets going into you like the NBA player Magic Johnson's shots


You gon' see the flashes, like you in a pageant
You will see muzzle flashes from my gun like you are in a beauty pageant


All black suits, and them long Caddys
My friends and I wear all black suits and drive long Cadillacs


R.I.P we just killed the club
We had a great time in the club and it feels like the club is dead now


Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
We drank a lot of Patron and almost got into a fight with a gangster




Lyrics Β© O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Andrew Noland, Charles Carter, Christopher Brown, Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Eric Wright, Gregory A Webster, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Marshall Eugene Jones, Marvin R Pierce, Norman Bruce Napier, O'Shea Jackson,

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@MikeEBlack

RIP Ranaldo Fink Mullen and all the Crips who can't afford Cribs

@handfullofsean

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@gw6258

Who’s still bumping this thinking about the tragic death of your son in a beer fire

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I'm just missing L'il Ronnie FM so much πŸ˜₯

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Poor Ronaldo.

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What episode is that bit from ?

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@TheRedBeard82

I can't even express how much I miss Ronaldo Fink Mullen, gone to soon.

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RIP Ronaldo Fink Mullen, beer fires are so damn dangerous spread awareness

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