*featuring Foxy Brown
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[Intro: Tone (R. Kelly)]
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Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man
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We got the Track joint
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Yo, this Tone the referee, while I got your attention
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I gotta we set out to bring you the best possible heat
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For your two step, me, Jigga and Kells
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You know, so y'all just enjoy, aight
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Yo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh)
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You first to blow (yeah) Ight, you ready to blow (uh-huh)
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Aight, let's go
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[Chorus: R. Kelly]
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Hold up, wait a minute, stop
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Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
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Hold up, wait a minute, stop
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I'm about to, make these niggaz get down
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Hold up, wait a minute, stop
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Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us
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Hold up, wait a minute, stop
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Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin' speakers
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[R. Kelly]
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Grab a bottle, get two models
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Thugs at Apollo's, niggaz wanna follow
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I'm about to show you, how wild it gets
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That nigga Hov', is the craziest
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Stop at the club, bout a quarter to six
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With a bottle in my hand, yellin' "Bitch, I'm rich"
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Hey, y'all niggaz see me, I can't believe it
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You startin' to sound like, you don't want it
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Tony's on the drop, blue and yellow rocks
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He keep yellin', stop, Sisqo's album flopped
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What you wanna do, if you drinkin', I'm hangin' out with you
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Five, four, three, two, one
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Hang on y'all, let's have some fun
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[Chorus]
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[Jay-Z]
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It's Young... uh, mack alone, I'm back in the zone
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I'm out they way, still these rappers won't leave me alone
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I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' bout me
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That just let's me know, they can't go a day without me
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Scared of me succeading, that's the reason you doubt me
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Cuz if you ain't believe me, you wouldn't be thinkin' bout me
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Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind
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Until you crossed the line, stop...
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Then I gotta come accross a rhyme
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To let the world know you come across a mime
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I do so much sauce with lines, with someone who saws my climb
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From Marcy to party, where you soakin' up blue nine
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Prude, am I, got a du-lema, I'm a dude from the hood
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Who loves jewels, who am I?
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You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5
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With a sick view, of the place you grew, dude, can I
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Live, what I did, for this whole rap circus
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I open up more doors for y'all fuckers than car service
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Ya'll nervous, I ain't back yet
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I'm on extended vaca', I ain't unpack yet, stop worrying
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[R. Kelly]
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Five, four, three, two, one
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Hang on y'all, let's have some fun
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[Chorus]
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[Foxy Brown]
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Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot
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Uh-oh, somebody better tell this broad
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I'm a nine year veteran, I'm back with my breathren
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I sware to god, it feel like '96 again
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Bitches snatchin' bags, see, they fuckin' with my shit again
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We bout to let them hammers pop
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In the 'Stuy, dudes, callin', you a problem, Fox'
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I got the automore pierre watch
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Butterscotch, GT, good toe on, three eight cock
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Ya'll ain't see this much love since they cried for 'Pac
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Since Big passed, or since Jay passed the Roc
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I'm in a clearport, full length mink in a G4
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Fuck I'm lookin' like rhyming for a hundred g's, for?
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No, I don't talk to media guys
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I don't chatter with the best, ain't no question whose the best
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Shawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds, I see y'all
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Aiyo, Kel, nigga, holler at your peoples
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[R. Kelly]
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Five, four, three, two, one
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Hang on y'all, let's have some fun
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[Chorus]
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Stop
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