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    "Speedin' (Remix)" Lyrics

    feat. Birdman, Busta Rhymes, DJ Khaled, Fat Joe, Flo Rida, Gorilla Zoe, Lil Wayne, Plies, R. Kelly, Torch and Webbie

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    [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!

    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

    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'

    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 dreams
    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

    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


    I got 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 by smackin my tounge foward that i coudn't afford,
    Alicia Keys wit the chords

    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

    And this was the remix babyyyyyyy
    • submitted on January 29th, 2008
    • corrected on May 18th, 2009

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       danasty says:
      Like 008-07-2008 22:17
      original was better
       Petrol says:
      Like 006-04-2008 05:07
      whoa there is a lot of people in this song