Speedin' (Remix)

[DJ Khaled:]
Remix. Speeding 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, Speeding remix. We the best!

[Plies:]
This for all my goons, lurking on pills
Speeding to make me run in your crib
Put that yoppa behind your ear
Monkey suit, black mask, city boy gear
Slipping got alot of niggas whacked this year
Been up two days straight homie no sleep
Riding with choppas lurking Fo' deep
Jumping out on the first thing look sweet
Double stacks got the goons gritting teeth
Car full of throw away big boy heat
Two brand new K's hanging off seats
Yeah it got me speeding all week

[Birdman:]
G4 straight from the NO
We getting money stay fly 'til the next show
We got money stay fly 'til we get more
We got bitches high rolling 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 doing good
100 million dollars nigga hanging in the hood

[Busta Rhymes:]
I'm doing donuts in the streets pedal to the glass
My lord of Murcielago max on the dash
Speeding 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 getting 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 disregarding the speed limits
Fast life, fast broads, let's get it fast buddy
Fast food, fast cars we getting fast money
Fuck the talk we been doing this, heat it up
And when you bringing me my cake you better speed it up

[R. Kelly:]
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin, I'm speeding
I can't stop it's all I know
From a younging I was taught get doe
I'm speeding, speeding, I'm speeding

[Webbie:]
It's all a big ricky in my brand new Bentley
Doing above 50 fing to get another meal ticket
I ain't being funny I don't see the competition
Since a younging 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 seeing y'all ass
Never cross that line put 3 in y'all face

[Gorilla Zoe:]
17.5 god damn liar
Country niggas playing 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
Scraping off the plate like a niggas eating dinner
I'm speeding shorty you tripping
If you see the blue lights homie I'm dipping

[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 watching pelicans fly me and Rick racing Diddy on boats
Throwing 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 feeling 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
Trying to triple up that weed money nahh I'm saying
Precise with the white pyrex a job, my job to make it hard
Only way up out the hood rap crack or playing ball
Ain't nobody touching the plate if I ain't eating
Fuck it hand me 220 on the dash let me see it

[Gunplay:]
Rest in peace Chad Butler, I'll see you when I get there
But for now I'm doing 90 in a cigarette with bitches
Looking back on last year laughing 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

[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
Speeding 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-yoy-yoing, bounce back in my tom force
Got the nitro in the Ford, Alicia Keys with the chords
Fast cars, I want more

[Brisco:]
I'm living life in the fast lane with no L's or brakes
Why should I care about tomorrow when I'm doing it today
No insurance on the Chevy but it's ok
Tell them catch me if they can while I'm speeding away
Ride in HOV, I'm spraying 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:]
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
Cuz some niggas out here free ain't even living right
Five star g's my car leased
If you got the heat putting 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

[Lil' Wayne:]
Young Money hooking up with Ross
Top way back left foot up out the Porsche
Right foot flat, I'm good up in the Porsche
Ohh there go Shaq trying 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 something soon as I left something
Told me go to diamonds and just go and Weezy F something
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 Weezy Baby