Kanye West

Kanye West - Keep The Receipt lyrics

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(feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard)

[Intro: ODB (K. West)]

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! [continues until chorus comes in]

Yo this is Dirt McGirt, I'm chillin' wit Kanye West

He's killin' y'all niggaz on the beats

He's killin' y'all niggaz on the tracks

(Where ya plaques at dog?)

The game is officially over!

Go kill yaself!

[Chorus: ODB (K. West)]

Now take that and equipment back to the store

We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more

Do anybody else make hits anymore?

Guess not mothafucka, it's The Roc mothafucka!

[Kanye West]

Keep the Receipt mothafuckas!

Now y'all gon' stop talkin' that shit that you talkin'

Your broke-ass mamma couldn't that disolvent

Now tell me how the Hell so gon' afford that coffin?

Now I done sat back and seen it all too often

The backbone of this like Marino to the Dolphins

Most hits out the shot since Sosa and Andre Dawson

My niggaz had Pro Tools, I had no tools

Karaoke machine, fuck it I'm old school

Only difference is my tracks drove niggaz postal

So I drove costal while they stay local

How I can't rhyme when my freestyles'll roast you?

Sit down I'll coach you while we style in posters

Dog, niggaz had a chance to sign me, dropped the ball

I'll see you at the awards.. HUMPH!

Now after all that it took

I made it to The Roc, I'm guess I ain't as dumb as you look

[Chorus x2]

[Kanye West]

Now.. I showed you how to do this, dog

Put a few beats on the tape, I saved this one for myself

I heard you nigga's tapes, need a little bit of help

But I'm rappin' and I can't do nothin' for ya, man

S.G'll hop this, 40 grand if you ain't fam

I mean, if you ain't Hov', if you ain't Cam'

Damn, I know you say he's killin' hisself

He got a little bitty deal now he feelin' hisself

Yup, just cuz I played beats and act hospitable

Don't mean I can't get you changed to hospital you

I'm from a raw family, dog, and I'll spit on you

So play like a kid in the garden and get little you

Who ya hype man? I'm curious

It got you souped up like the cars on The Fast & Furious

You goin' through movin' critters, now who's laughin'?

The best producer that rap better than the rappers

[Chorus x2: last line by K. West the 2nd time]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard (K. West)]

Aftermath still makin' them hits, nigga?

Lunatics still makin' them hits, nigga?

So So Def still makin' them hits, nigga?

Bad Boy still makin' them hits, nigga?

Wu-Tang still makin' them hits, nigga?

Ruff Ryders still makin' them hits, nigga?

(Cash Money) still makin' them hits, nigga?

Dirt McGirt still makin' them hits, nigga

Yo yo the game is over, go kill yaself!

Go yaself.. nigga!

We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more!

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