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