[Intro: Tone (R. Kelly)] Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man
We got the Track joint Yo, this Tone the referee, while I got your attention I gotta we set out to bring you the best possible heat For your two step, me, Jigga and Kells You know, so y´all just enjoy, aight Yo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh) You first to blow (yeah) Ight, you ready to blow (uh-huh) Aight, let´s go
[Chorus: R. Kelly] Hold up, wait a minute, stop Jigga, I´m about to put the shit down Hold up, wait a minute, stop I´m about to, make these niggaz get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us Hold up, wait a minute, stop Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin´ speakers
[R. Kelly] Grab a bottle, get two models Thugs at Apollo´s, niggaz wanna follow I´m about to show you, how wild it gets That nigga Hov´, is the craziest Stop at the club, bout a quarter to six With a bottle in my hand, yellin´ "Bitch, I´m rich" Hey, y´all niggaz see me, I can´t believe it You startin´ to sound like, you don´t want it Tony´s on the drop, blue and yellow rocks He keep yellin´, stop, Sisqo´s album flopped What you wanna do, if you drinkin´, I´m hangin´ out with you
Five, four, three, two, one Hang on y´all, let´s have some fun
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z] It´s Young... uh, mack alone, I´m back in the zone I´m out they way, still these rappers won´t leave me alone I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin´ bout me That just let´s me know, they can´t go a day without me Scared of me succeading, that´s the reason you doubt me Cuz if you ain´t believe me, you wouldn´t be thinkin´ bout me
Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind Until you crossed the line, stop... Then I gotta come accross a rhyme To let the world know you come across a mime I do so much sauce with lines, with someone who saws my climb From Marcy to party, where you soakin´ up blue nine Prude, am I, got a du-lema, I´m a dude from the hood Who loves jewels, who am I? You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5 With a sick view, of the place you grew, dude, can I Live, what I did, for this whole rap circus I open up more doors for y´all fuckers than car service Ya´ll nervous, I ain´t back yet
I´m on extended vaca´, I ain´t unpack yet, stop worrying
[R. Kelly] Five, four, three, two, one Hang on y´all, let´s have some fun
[Chorus]
[Foxy Brown] Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot Uh-oh, somebody better tell this broad I´m a nine year veteran, I´m back with my breathren I sware to god, it feel like ´96 again Bitches snatchin´ bags, see, they fuckin´ with my shit again We bout to let them hammers pop
In the ´Stuy, dudes, callin´, you a problem, Fox´ I got the automore pierre watch Butterscotch, GT, good toe on, three eight cock Ya´ll ain´t see this much love since they cried for ´Pac Since Big passed, or since Jay passed the Roc I´m in a clearport, full length mink in a G4 Fuck I´m lookin´ like rhyming for a hundred g´s, for? No, I don´t talk to media guys I don´t chatter with the best, ain´t no question whose the best Shawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds, I see y´all Aiyo, Kel, nigga, holler at your peoples