Rick Ross
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 n***as 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 n***a 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' n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as eatin' dinner
I'm speedin' shorty you trippin'
If you see the blue lights, homie, I'm dippin'

[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
N***as 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 n***as 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 n***as
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 n***a life
Give him 20 years just to feed a n***a rice
Put me in a hole just to let me see the light
Cause some n***as 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 n***as 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