Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe (Remix)

I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I dont understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today Im yelling
Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe
Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe
Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich, hol up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks
But now my album platinum and shit, so what
Yall keep the numbers
Im more than another statistic, my nigga
This courtesy of Compton (courtesy of Compton)
Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker
Love me on the East like Im Chuck D
Dominicans wish that I was born there
Im lookin to be the god MC
You look at my hat and see thorns there
I look at the game and see porn there
Im fuckin this industry hard
Im bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey
You thought I was fresh out the yard
Dont cry to me dummy, youre a lightweight
They tell me you nice and Im like 'wait'
Go get me a knife, youre looking like steak
And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
And when the water reside, youre Bobby Boucher
But we aint thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me, nigga, this is a burpee, nigga
Lyrical exercise
Right now, homie, Im in the extra vibe
Pipe down, on the curb when you heard that I got these words
To the upper echelon, thats excellent
I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I dont understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today Im yelling
Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe
Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe
Up in the clouds, me and my spouse
Rumors on the ground gettin too loud
Please turn them shits down, cant hear myself think
Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink
In the White House with a mink
Running through that bitch like its my house
All up in the hall like a mall
Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball
No , I dont member you, I dont intend to empty my memory bank
Its a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank
Sittin next to Hillary smellin like dank
Presidental pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him
Ill wait
Ive been in my wave like 20 years straight
Ive been on my vibe like 20 years straight
Dont fuck up my high, fuck up my high
Nights like this , I could fuck up a pie
An still be straight (still be straight)
Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate
Dont waste my breath
I dont knowhow many moons a nigga got left
Back to this joint, smokin this shit like Im tryna prove a point
Im the highest, the highest title, numero uno
Kill my vibe, thats your motherfuckin funeral
Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off
I ministered this generation by far
Leader of the new school, on my toes like a ballerina
Who knew Id be Black Swan
World in my palms, ironically
I am the Globetrotters best
Cause I didnt drop the ball
Told niggas when I was 16 that Id write a 16
To put a nigga right on the big screen
In the paddy wagon with six teens
Should have been in the pen but now my pen write with morphine
I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends
I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
Cardio lap, was running for dear life but now Im running the map
Bitch, Im here nigga
Picture lil ol me giving a fuck for what a fuck nigga gotta say
Nigga you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
You aint get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban
Nigga, Puff Daddy wasnt your favorite
So many washed up with detergent
But I dont dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose
Like blah, Mini-14 like blah
Empty out another magazine like blah
Let a young nigga get by
I kill em all when they try to kill my vibe
I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shawns a black Beatle then I need a 10 second drum solo
Bitch see you at Woodstock