Keep The Receipt Lyrics - Kanye West

[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 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! 

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[Kanye West] 

Keep the Receipt mothafuckas! 

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

Your broke-ass mamma couldn't afford that abortion 

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 

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[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 'cause 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 kill yaself. nigga! 

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