Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe (remix) (feat. Jay-Z)

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again

Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me

Things I don't understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't 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 I'm yelling

Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe

Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't 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?

Y'all keep the numbers

I'm more than another statistic, my nigga

This courtesy of Compton (courtesy of Compton)

Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker

Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D

Dominicans wish that I was born there

I'm lookin' to be the God MC

You look at my hat and see thorns there

I look at the game and see porn there

I'm fuckin' this industry hard

I'm bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey

You thought I was fresh out the yard

Don't cry to me dummy, you're a lightweight

They tell me you nice and I'm like: Wait

Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak

And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days

And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher

But we ain't 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, I'm in the extra vibe

Pipe down, on the curb, when you heard that I got these words

To the upper echelon, that's excellent (that's excellent)

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again

Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me

Things I don't understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't 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 I'm yelling

Bitch, don't kill my vibe; bitch, don't kill my vibe

Bitch, don't kill my vibe; bitch, don't kill my vibe

Up in the clouds, me and my spouse

Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud

Please turn them shits down, can't hear myself think

Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink

In the White House with a mink

Running through that bitch like it's my house

All up in the hall like a mall

Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball

No, I don't 'member you, I don't intend to

Empty my memory bank

It's a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank

Sittin' next to Hillary smellin' like dank

Presidential pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him

I'll wait

I've been in my wave like 20 years straight

I've been on my vibe like 20 years straight

Don't 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

Don't waste my breath

I don't know how many moons a nigga got left

Back to this joint, smokin' this shit like I'm tryna' prove a point

I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno

Kill my vibe, that's 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 I'd be Black Swan?

World in my palms, ironically

I am the Globetrotters' best 'cause I didn't drop the ball

Told niggas when I was 16

That I'd 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 I'm running the map, bitch, I'm here nigga

Picture lil' ole 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 ain't get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban

Nigga, Puff Daddy wasn't your favorite

So many washed up with detergent

But I don't 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 (doot!)

I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe (doot! Doot!)

I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got

The last that would try to pass a good job

If Shawn's a black Beatle then I need a 10 second drum solo

Bitch see you at Woodstock, ah!