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Plies - Speedin Remix lyrics
"Speedin' (Remix)"
 (feat. DJ Khaled, R. Kelly, Plies, Birdman, Busta Rhymes, DJ Drama, Webbie, Gorilla Zoe, Fat Joe, Torch, Gun Play, DJ Bigga Rankin', Flo-Rida, Brisco and Lil' Wayne)
 [DJ Khaled:]
 Remix. Speedin' Remix, the movement.
 I introduce you to the projects, I introduce you to the hood
 I introduce you to the ghetto, I introduce you to Rick Ross
 The boss is back. Trilla, this the remix, Speedin' remix. We the best!
 [Plies:]
 This for all my goons, reppin' on pills
 Speedin' to make me run in your crib
 Put they offer behind your wheel
 Monkey suit, black mask, city boy gear
 Slippin' got alot of niggas whacked this year
 Been up two days straight homie no sleep
 Ridin' with choppas lurkin' Fo' deep
 Jumpin' out on the first thing look sweet
 Double stacks got the goons grittin' teeth
 Car full of throw away big boy heat
 Two brand new K's hangin' off seats
 Yeah it got me speedin' all week
 [Birdman:]
 G4 straight from the NO
 We gettin' money stay fly 'til the next show
 We got money stay fly 'til we get more
 We got bitches high rollin' with this cash flow
 Put the H in the hood
 Put a 1 on the good put a slab on the wood
 Me and Ross doin' good
 100 million dollars nigga hangin' in the hood
 [Busta Rhymes:]
 I'm doin' donuts in the streets pedal to the glass
 My lord of Murcielago max on the dash
 Speedin' niggas can't see me in the blink of a flash
 You got to slow motion to flick so you can see me when I pass
 You know just what to do when you see me gettin' my cash
 When I pull up drop the bags and? I'm doing the dash
 No confusion understand no gimmicks
 Duke is like the Autobahn disregardin' the speed limits
 Fast life, fast broads, let's get it fast buddy
 Fast food, fast cars we gettin' fast money
 Fuck the talk we been doing this, heat it up
 And when you bringin' me my cake you better speed it up
 [Chorus: R. Kelly]
 Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin, I'm speedin'
 I can't stop it's all I know
 From a youngin' I was taught get doe
 I'm speedin', speedin', I'm speedin'
 [Webbie:]
 It's all a big ricky in my brand new Bentley
 Doing above 50 fin' to get another mill' tickets
 I ain't bein' funny I don't see the competition
 Since a youngin' get the money all I ever comprehended
 Business hall ass ball 'til you fall yeah
 Y'all sit on y'all ass, now I see why y'all mad
 I'm leaving y'all ass, I ain't seein' y'all ass
 Never cross that line put 3 in y'all face
 [Gorilla Zoe:]
 17.5 god damn liar
 Country niggas playin' damn near 25
 Who gon' pick them up pick up them up first flight
 Call Ricky Ross hell yeah high five
 Throw them in the trunk and I'll tape them to the fender
 Scrapin' off the plate like a niggas eatin' dinner
 I'm speedin' shorty you trippin'
 If you see the blue lights homie I'm dippin'
 [Fat Joe:]
 Niggas want hood rep the hood back
 Shit Joey the don they call me cooked crack
 If you look at them wrong you get it pushed back
 From rags to riches they never look back
 I'm watchin' pelicans fly me and Rick racing Diddy on boats
 Throwin' money in the air and you niggas just chumps
 New york New York big city of dreamsPlies - Speedin Remix - http://motolyrics.com/plies/speedin-remix-lyrics.html
 I'm a hustla baby I'm addicted to cream
 I'm talking money, cars, hoes, bitches
 Cappadon suit let the feds take pictures
 88 pose just me and my niggas
 Thank god for that white if you feelin' religious
 [Torch:]
 I grew up on the crime side the New York Times side
 Nickel and dimes to survive
 Fresh out the can million dollar plan
 Tryin' to triple up that weed money nahh I'm sayin'
 Precise with the white pirates a job my job to make it hard
 Only way up out the hood rap crack or playin' ball
 Ain't nobody touchin' the plate if I ain't eatin'
 Fuck it hand me 220 on the dash let me see it
 [Gun Play:]
 Rest in peace Chad Butler, I'll see you when I get there
 But for now I'm doin' 90 in a cigarette with bitches
 Lookin' back on last year laughin' at the mirror
 I'm on TV I look a little clearer
 You look a little worried chill and smell the money in the bag
 I'm a crash too many hundreds on the dash
 Killah come ride with me... nah I mean... holla at me
 Trilla, Gun Play, Triple C I'm outta here
[Chorus]
 [Flo-Rida:]
 [? ] on the digital dash I go ghetto miles per hour no speed pass
 I did know got my momma pregnant this fast
 They said that he my daddy
 It's good times junior last saw me was in a caddy
 Speedin' this time the snitches won't tell
 I was MTV when the ball dropped player
 Tila in my Tequila before I struck out the 12
 Big Apple with apple bottoms the haters can go to hell
 Number one on billboards Mr. Rubberband boy
 Like a boy-yoing-yoing [? ]
 [Brisco:]
 I'm livin' life in the fast lane with no L's or brakes
 Why should I care about tomorrow when I'm doin' it today
 No insurance on the Chevy but it's ok
 Tell them catch me if they can while I'm speedin' away
 Ride in HOV, I'm sprayin' nitrous so they can't see me
 See me I'm POE
 Everytime I come around
 And I would if I could but I can't slow down
 [Rick Ross:]
 What they need just to give a nigga life
 Give him 20 years just to feed a nigga rice
 Put me in a hoe just to let me see the light
 There's some niggas out here free ain't even livin' right
 Five star g's my car leased
 If you got the heat puttin' H on the streets
 Heroin haven heroin graven
 You would think I was a heroin baby
 It's a new year, new year, new money
 New Louie shoes but they cost a few hundred
 Left the tip case still bought them new Tommy's
 Got more scrilla for niggas with new drama
 [Lil' Wayne:]
 Young Money hookin' up with Ross
 Top way back left foot up out the Porsche
 Right foot flat, I'm good up in the Porsche
 Ohh there I go Shaq tryin' to pull up on the Porsche
 But I burn that cop on my way to Opa-Locka
 Brisco holla back I'll be at at here in fact
 Like I left somethin' soon as I left somethin'
 Told me go to diamonds and just go and Weezy F somethin'
 Ferrari F run Lamborghini test run
 Call me weather man I make it rain in my chest sunny
 Got your honey I don't give a damn about the raps honey
 Cash Money, Young Money never ever less money
 All we do is get money all we do is bet money
 All we do is let money, go and get money
 Now that's money Young Weezzzzyyyyyyyyy Baby








