*featuring Cam'Rom, Noreaga, Jay-Z, and Vegas Cats
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[R.]
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Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days
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When I ain't hot shit
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But now that I got shit
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Niggas wanna keep up shit
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But it's all good, watch me do this shit
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[Cam'Rom]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, ay yo, from my town to Chitown
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R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down
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Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters
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Shop lifters with Benini schemes
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Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green
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Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists
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But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist
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But yo, throw your hands up y'all it's just love in here
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It ain't shit but a thug affair
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I'm at the bar spendin' thug money
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Cop so much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunny
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So lets slide you got the right thong
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Dju don't know, I'm all night long
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The DJ playing all the right songs
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To the BM, REM's are Muy bien
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It's R. Kelly, killer Cam'
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Baby girl, can you dig now
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Next time we see him yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down
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[1] - To all my players and my thugs
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To all my honeys in the club
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To all the hoods that show me love
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We ride, we ride
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(From Chitown to LA)
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To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night
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Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride
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(From Chitown to LA)
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[Noreaga]
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Yo, I used to be in Chitown and collect panties
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When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's
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Thugged out yo, all my people givin' eye jammies
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Now them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand me
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R. Kelly yo, I'm right from the belly, you know the soul
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Everything that we spit on is platinum gold
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But now it's for the love, for all the players and the thugs
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Yo, it's a party goin' on, meet me right at the club
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We got some chickens in the living room getting it on
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And they ain't leaving 'till six in the morning
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Thugged out, my people gettin' head while we on and
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Tear the club up every time we performin'
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Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
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Because this shorty right here, lookin' good in my face
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Ay yo, it's so deep I told shorty just last week
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Uh huh, it's like, you remind me of my jeep
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[Repeat 1]
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[Vegas Cats]
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Only ballers be allowed up in here
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Money makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player haters
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Eighteen and I'm livin' a dream, go figure
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How a nigga that's younger than you, ice bigger
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Don't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try that
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Call my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit, black
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And when you get it, make it known baby, who did it
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It'll make your fans hit the stores and go get it
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Now, here come a bitter sweet note for the fellas
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Left out the club with her friend, now she jealous
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Mad cuz she can't ride in the LS
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Yeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care less
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While you sleep, sleep, sleep
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I'm inna Benz going beep, beep, beep
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Got your girl sayin' "Yo, who he?"
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So let's ride to Rockland's party, uh huh
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[Jay-Z]
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Check, Ghetto pro' federal
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Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em go
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Bet a load I tear down every show
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Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row
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Says R., Jay y'all, all I need is four bars
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I'm hotter than a lotta men
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Switch up cars like Rodman's hair color, then hit your broad
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I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind
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Every time you ought to rewind, find there's more to find
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Now pop that cork, then pour the wine
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Represent New York to Chitown, like what
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Floss mine, like of course my, what
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Never cross my family, can we all get along? Hell no
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I'm tryin' to tell y'all who dat is that rule that biz
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Not your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that is
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Better school that kid on who's shoes that is
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Or who I be nigga, V.I.P Jigga
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[Repeat 1]
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[R.]
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Let's get together and make this loot
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(Trackmasters, Rockland)
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Make this loot
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(Untertainment)
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Come on players
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(Thugged out)
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Come on players
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(And we out like that)
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Rock-a-fella ya'll
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We Ride
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| R Kelly |
