[Jay-Z]
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Man, they go and tell me like
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you never know who your true friends until you ah umm
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both got a little bit of money
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I mean cause y'all both broke
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then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke
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And if you got money and he ain't got no paper
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He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you
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When y'all both get some paper, you'll see
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[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
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We used to get money together, phone honies together
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Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
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You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
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Cause this is business, it ain't personal
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Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)
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We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)
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Ain't no rules in this war for this green
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This is business, and it ain't personal
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[Jay-Z]
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Look, I'm a grown man dog
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And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'all
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I know when I first started it was crazy to y'all
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"He's gon' start his own label, he'll never be able"
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Well, nigga you've been wrong before
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And you'll be wrong again if you bet against him
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We move through the hood like identical twins
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But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin
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You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
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That don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum
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Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
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Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup
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Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs
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Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise up
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Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)
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About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one
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[Chorus: R. Kelly]
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We used to get money together, phone honies together
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Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
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You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
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Cause this is business, it ain't personal
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Same dream, same team, same schemes
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We even sold to the same damn fiends
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Ain't no rules in this war for this green
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This is business, and it ain't personal
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[R. Kelly]
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I wish, I wish - that success, we could all
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get a piece of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no)
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Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more
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But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga
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Invest in chips and watch my money hill get bigger
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And do things like, pull up to some clubs
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in the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY!
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What the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga
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And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold
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Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my doors
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But y'all niggaz don't appreciate shit
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Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch
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Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the tenth row
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when you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show
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Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow
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[Chorus + ad libs]
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[Jay-Z]
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A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that's right)
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We don't vibe no more because we don't C/see alike
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And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed
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Nope; Hov's still here like Rogaine
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Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game
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How he jeapordized the whole game
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Now when we see each other it's so strange
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I don't know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
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I don't know whether to cap him or dap him
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I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin
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But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know
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locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?
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Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)
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But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the fuck to do
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Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes
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The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules
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[Chorus]
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It Ain't Personal
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| Jay-Z & R. Kelly |
