Speedin' (We the Best Remix)

[Intro: DJ Khaled & Rick Ross] 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! [Verse 1: Plies] This for all my goons, lurkin' on pills Speedin' to make me run in your crib Put that yoppa behind your ear Monkey suit, black mask, city boy gear Slippin' got a lot of niggas whacked this year Been up two days straight homie, no sleep Ridin' with choppas lurkin' for 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 [Verse 2: 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 one on the good put a slab on the wood Me and Ross doin' good 100 million dollars nigga hangin' in the hood [Verse 3: 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 of bread then 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' [Verse 4: Webbie] It's all a big ricky in my brand new Bentley Doing above 50 fin' to get another meal ticket 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 three in y'all face [Verse 5: Gorilla Zoe] 17-5, god damn liar Country niggas playin' damn near 25 Who gon' pick em up, pick em up, birds fly 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' [Verse 6: 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 and never looked back I'm watchin' pelicans fly, me and Rick racing Diddy on boats Throwin' money in the air, man, you niggas is 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 Dapper Dan suit, let the feds take pictures 88 pose, just me and my niggas Thank god for that white if you feelin' religious [Verse 7: 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, nah, I'm sayin' Precise with the white pyrex 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 [Verse 8: Gunplay] 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'ma crash, too many hundreds on the dash Killah come ride with me, nah, I mean holla at me Trilla, Gunplay, Triple C, I'm outta here [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' [Verse 9: Flo Rida] Flo Rida, I was born on the digital dash I go ghetto miles per hour, no speed pass A Dale Earn knock out my momma pregnant as fast They said that he my daddy It's "Good Times" Junior NASCAR but 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 twelve Big Apple with apple bottoms, the haters can go to hell Number one on billboards, Mr. Rubberband boy Like a boy-yoy-yoing, bounce back in my tom force Got the nitro in the Ford, Alicia Keys with the chords Fast cars, I want more [Verse 10: 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 P-O-E, everytime I come around And I would if I could but I can't slow down [Verse 11: Rick Ross] Indict me just to give a nigga life Give him 20 years just to feed a nigga rice Put me in a hole just to let me see the light Cause 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 and they cost a few hundred After the TIP case still bought them new Tommy's Got more scrilla for niggas with new drama [Verse 12: 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 Oh, there 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 the Hit 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 rest, 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 Weezy, baby [Outro: Lil Wayne] And this was the remix, baby