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Spoken Intro Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days when I ain't got 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 Ju don know, I'm all night long The DJ playing all the right songs... muy bien It's R. Kelly killer camp Girl can you dig now Next time we see him yo we laying Mr. Big style Chorus: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 To all my ballers rocking ice, getting a room for the night Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride Noreaga 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 Chorus 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 fellers Left out the club with her friend, now she jealous Mad cuz she can't ride in the LSYeah, 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 Jay-ZGhetto pro' federal Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em go Bet a load I tear down every show better know cheddar prone Like the crome big Rolls say it y'all Jay y'all all I need is four bars I'm hotter than a lotta men switch up cars like Rodman's hair color And hit your broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind Every time you order me wine finder's mortify now pop that cork and pour the wine Represent New York to Chitown, like what floss mine like of course mine what Never cross my family can we all get along hell no I'm tryin' to tell y'all Here it is that rule that biz got 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 Chorus Let's get together and make this loot All I wanna do is make loot Come on players come on players
