It Ain't Personal lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Man, they go and tell me like

you never know who your true friends until you ah umm

both got a little bit of money

I mean cause y'all both broke

then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke

And if you got money and he ain't got no paper

He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you

When y'all both get some paper, you'll see

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]

We used to get money together, phone honies together

Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather

You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever

Cause this is business, it ain't personal

Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)

We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)

Ain't no rules in this war for this green

This is business, and it ain't personal

[Jay-Z]

Look, I'm a grown man dog

And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'all

I know when I first started it was crazy to y'all

"He's gon' start his own label, he'll never be able"

Well, nigga you've been wrong before

And you'll be wrong again if you bet against him

We move through the hood like identical twins

But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin

You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin

That don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum

Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)

Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup

Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs

Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise up

Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)

About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one

[Chorus: R. Kelly]

We used to get money together, phone honies together

Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather

You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever

Cause this is business, it ain't personal

Same dream, same team, same schemes

We even sold to the same damn fiends

Ain't no rules in this war for this green

This is business, and it ain't personal

[R. Kelly]

I wish, I wish - that success, we could all

get a piece of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no)

Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more

But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga

Invest in chips and watch my money hill get bigger

And do things like, pull up to some clubs

in the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY!

What the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga

And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold

Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my doors

But y'all niggaz don't appreciate shit

Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch

Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the tenth row

when you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show

Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow

[Chorus + ad libs]

[Jay-Z]

A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that's right)

We don't vibe no more because we don't C/see alike

And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed

Nope; Hov's still here like Rogaine

Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game

How he jeapordized the whole game

Now when we see each other it's so strange

I don't know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)

I don't know whether to cap him or dap him

I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin

But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know

locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?

Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)

But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the fuck to do

Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes

The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules

[Chorus]

The Streets lyrics - Jay Z

Dear God.. how can I explain myself?

[J] Oh God bless me indeed

When I'm so confused

[J] Enlarge my territory

[J] Place your love and protection over me at all times

Help me!

[J] Keep me away from evil

Somebody answer me! [echoes]

[J] Allow me not to cause pain

[Jay-Z]

Police in the background, screamin put the thing down

That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down

Si-rens ringin out, old ladies screamin out

All this attention for me and I'm barely sixteen now

.. it's feelin like a dream now

Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the bing now

I'm lyin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story

Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now

December 4th, a child is born

Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on

That's how we do it when the man of the house is gone

You either, stand or fall, I chose to stand

The hawk outside, so I blow my hand

It's a cold cold world but I overstand

Tryin to stay focused but I feel hopeless damn

Can't cope with bein broke, I'm a man - c'mon

[Chorus: R. Kelly]

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you

I will be right by your side, when you goin through

Son just don't let it (just don't let it)

Just don't let it (just don't let it)

Just don't let it (just don't let it)

.. get the best of you

[R. Kelly]

Late one night I was, rollin the streets

Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and

trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but

this thug life just keeps callin me

I'm livin life way too dangerously

I'm drownin in my misery

Looked in the mirror, there's my enemy

Cause poppa never was a part of me

Take one step at a time, mama said

Sweet memories still remain in my head

All of my life been lied to, misled

Voices be like, "Don't you wish you was dead?"

No ground to place my feet

I feel the fire under me

A way out is all I need

Somebody, answer me!

[Chorus + ad libs]

[Jay-Z]

Now the only thing left is more spirit to roam free

.. cause ain't no goin home for me

It's a cold cold world but I blew my hand

A true first cause I knew that man

I knew what he would do if I didn't draw first

And I couldn't stand the thought of my momma steppin foot inside a church

All I try to do is try to get up out the dirt

Guess he's tryin to do the same, told me get up out his turf

I wanted to talk to him, but that shit'd never work

We was cut from the same cloth and what was under his shirt was his

momma's rent, his young brother's clothes

My nephew's food, and with that I suppose

.. and with that I froze

Now my life is frozen in time behind these iron folds

And this story is told, for young soldiers

who never choose the life we chose

[Chorus + (ad libs)]

[R. Kelly]

Tears in my eyes as I look up, I'm tryin to

hold back my pride but reality is screamin

Gotta get a job cause mo-mma also screamin

Streets are just like drugs, and it's like I'm out here fiendin

Forget all the hits in the industry, cause

ain't no exceptions in this game for me, look

Neither God or my enemies, I

choose God cause he understands, this

young man with a thuggish heart

Whole world in his hands but still torn apart

Like I'm so close, but it's still so far

Nightmares of me in a swervin car, ohhh

No ground to place my feet (my feet)

I feel the fire under me (heyyy)

A way out is all I need (all I need)

Somebody, answer me!

[Chorus + ad libs]

Green Light lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel)

[Jay-Z]

Who da fuck can stop us niggaz, it's gangsta niggaz

It's gangsta! Woo! It's gangsta nigga!

All g-g-gangsta nigga, uhh!

[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[J] You got the green light to drag your motherfuckin mink

[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go

[J] Throw your pinkie ring high in the motherfuckin air

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[J] Drop your top, c'mon!

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]

Now I done told y'all niggaz once before

y'all don't know who you fuckin wit

Y'all gon' fuck around and make me come up out this music biz

(Don't make me..)

This just a record deal, y'all motherfuckers been on some shit

Bite my style, tryin to get rich, so I decided to flip my shit

Bene-fit me like a tight outfit, like Mr. Biggs' about to have a fit

It's, a, bout, to, be, some, shit (please believe it)

See vin-dawg, and dre-shal, got a nigga real open y'all

I see haters peepin me, lookin hard like a pu-ssy

Same fight, different round; same circus, different clown

Same pussy, different town; assholes how you like me now?

Kel' and Jigga, the best of both niggaz

Put two heads together, mean mo' figures (ha)

Word to Tigger, put me off up in the "Bassment"

with the rest of the rap niggaz, watch ratings get bigger

I'm a pimp of this music, the tracks be my hoes

Sisqo, don't make me kick you out like Devoe

Haters left, players right.. green light

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[J] You have the green light to be as pimp as you want to

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go

[J] Oh dis gangsta!

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[J] It's so muh'fuckin gangsta!

[Jay-Z]

Psycho, like no, bitch-ass niggaz

don't wanna see the R.O.C. so you creep low

Shoot from the line like a free throw

With this 'nali of mine like a Pi-co

Leave niggaz far behind like a cheap hoe

On my grind every time that you see Hov'

Yeah I got it, come and get it, green light go (go)

Red dot I stop ya, yellow niggaz move slow

[Beanie Sigel]

Red dot I got 'em, tell that nigga move slow

Head shots pop 'em when I let the uz' go

He done told fool..

Dunn think Dunn loc'in when a gun smokin

Tell Dunn I been gun-totin

He don't know he facin death

Hockey mask on Jason's step

Don't make me pop past your Raisinette

You niggaz cow-ass

You bullshit, I pull shit, and keep a full clip

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

Naked lyrics - Jay Z

Baby, what we gon' do?

I need you to talk to me, c'mon

[R. Kelly]

Suddenly, I feel the need - to pull you close to me

But I don't know, if it's what you want, baby

Girl show me some kind of sign

that tells me that you're, miiiine, all mine, baby

It's gettin awfully warm, off in this room

I'm gettin head up off yo' sweet perfume

and I'm ready, to explore, every part of you

Girl I'll take my clothes off first, then now you

Ooooooooooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo baby

Baby.. tonight we'll be, naked

Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooh

I'll take a stroll through your garden of love

and show you so so much

Just take my hand, and believe, in our fu-ture

Gettin you open like matchin doors

Sheets and covers on, the floor

And if the bell should ring, we won't answer

Girl I'll take my clothes off first, and now you

Wanna tell, what I want from you

Baby tonight I wanna see you naked

So dim the lights

Baby tonight I wanna see you naked

I wanna see you tonight

Baby tonight I wanna see you naked

Oh babe, oh babe, yo' body's the reason for sight

Baby tonight I wanna see you naked

Ohhh-ohhh, naked

Shake Ya Body lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Lil' Kim)

[R] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Chorus: R. Kelly + (Lil' Kim)]

Uh-huh (shake ya body body, move ya body body)

Uh-huh (twist ya body body, switch ya body body)

Uh-huh (dip ya body body, work ya body body)

Uh-huh (any-body body, every-body body)

[R. Kelly]

Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o

Hands in the air-o, holla like echo

Tone's in the dub with, Momo and Poke-o

Tone be like Kujo, I be like Cecil

Fists rockin like "ADRIIIAN!"

We come through like "Superfriends!"

Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's six o'clock

And the party won't stop, bout to hit the IHOP

Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop

So clap that shit up y'all and make it hot

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]

New York, Chicago, Atlanta, L.A.

Miami crazy like yippie-i-yae

Rude boys in the club smokin on hay

Smoke the (?) weed, Cali and the Bay

Real live niggaz - put y'all hands up

Wanna get tossed - drink that liquor

Who's got the industry locked - Kelly and Jigga

Crack my skull - turn that shit up

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]

We got honies everywhere

Corks off the Cris' poppin everywhere

Partyin hard like we just don't care

The best of both worlds, that shit ain't fair

[Jay-Z]

This shit ain't fair

I, am, Jay, Hov'

Mami shake ya body body, don't hurt no-body body

It's me in the God-body, R. Kelly the John Gotti

of R&B thug and me I would say I'm probably

the hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy and

put it in a song, ma how could you go wrong ha? ha? ha? ha?

Worse than a armed robbery

Know that I'm armed properly, whenever the arm's rocky

You can go on clockin me, ain't nuttin gon' stop me

High as Allah I be, movin in peace but I

move with the piece, so them, dudes in the streets

will never remove my piece, ha? ha?, got me

Niggaz'll never get me, I never move sloppy

Move with the glock-50, got some Tupac with me

Let's not test my gangsta, just, raise your glasses

Mami, shake ya asses, this is a thug classic

[Lil' Kim]

Make a hole make a hole and let the Queen come past

I come through in the speedboat, with 808's in the glass

Push big things here, bet most of y'all crash

Back to trainin lightweights, you in the wrong weight class

Haters, stay awake, fuck the Harlem Shake

We "Slam" dance like Onyx, check my ebonics

You got, heat nigga you thinkin we won't blaze?

Gotta come hard cause these are the last days

When I, do it I do's it, ain't no more to it (word)

Ask (?) I puts my back into it

From car dealers to Macy's, to cashiers that brace me

We train like the Navy for whatever the case may be

I pass on the 6, they don't impress me much

I want the bulletproof 7 cause the doors lift up

They pick the best of all girls, so how y'all sound?

I got the best of both worlds, holdin me down

[Chorus]

[R] Uh-huh!

Somebody's Girl lyrics - Jay Z

[J] The sixty second assassin

[R] TrackMastahhhhhhhhhs

[J] Turn that music up!

[R] Rocklaaaaaaaaand

[R] Hovahhhhhhhhh

[J] Woo! Yes, yes

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]

Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)

Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh)

Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)

Drink that glass of Cris' (that's right)

Somebody's girl is at this party (uh)

Sittin in V.I.P.

Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right)

And she's comin home with me

[Jay-Z]

Ummmmmm.. I don't mean no harm

But your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' arm

Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him

And I don't turn them away, I'm like - bring them on

Now - where's her man is not my concern

It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin to hurry her out

Clear her whole area out

And bring this whole party little nearer to my house

Now - where's her spouse? I don't know

So, I don't ask, I don't probe

I just - get in 6, get out on Rov'

Let her, sip on Cris', go out on tours

Now - back at the lab, I'm actin bad

Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on

Just a - select few, the fools are gone

It's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on

[Chorus: R. Kelly]

Somebody's girl is at this party

Shakin that ass to this

Somebody's girl is at this party

Drink that glass of Cris'

Somebody's girl is at this party

Sittin in V.I.P.

Somebody's girl is at this party

And she's comin home with me

[Jay-Z]

Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rock

Hardhead, go through walls like sheet rock

And she's comin with me, when the beat stop

When the party is done, I party with hon

Now - is it my fault you neglect your broad

and she wanna party with me, no ex at all?

No ex-boyfriend, no ex involved

Just the highway exit that we exit off

And I - fall back, I let her talk

I inquire sometime, I admire her mind

I - like her wit, I'm lovin her shoes

I'm a alternative rap, I'm playin the blues

I'm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rules

And her man's shortcomin is turnin me into somethin

that of which she has never seen

So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

The moral of the story if you love your bitch

you better - hold your hoe, hug your bitch

You better - slow your roll, trick some bread

When she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em said

"See ya when I see ya," now she's callin me up

And I'm like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill"

Now she with the real, and you all fed

Like, "I'ma crack her motherfuckin fo'head!"

[Chorus]

Get This Money lyrics - Jay Z

[J] Yeah yeah

[R] Damn it's hot

[J] Like a muh'fucker

[R] Yo Jigga

[J] Whassup my nigga?

[R] Pop that water

[J] Fo'schizzle!

[both laughing]

[R] Yeah

[J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon

[Jay-Z]

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga

(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)

You better call the muh'fuckin cops

This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]

Keys to the Bentley, off to the club

Switchin lanes like what the..

Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh

But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her)

She, say, she, slick

I'm, like, baby, please

She, say she's got a man

but what's that got to do with me? (f'real)

Some chicks like low-key

Wrists of, zero degrees

I'm, toxic off the Belve'

Two strippers, in my hotel suite

Fee fie and, foe fum-ah

Look out now, here I come-ah

For you haters, keepin up trauma

Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus: R. Kelly]

You got what I want; I got what you need

Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

You got what I want; I got what you need

Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]

Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!)

Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)

After that, menage-a-trois

And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)

Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya

Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)

See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up

Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)

Busters wanna hoop with me

Wanna run our ways, doin R&B

I'll, creep creep, blink blink

Cross your ass over, take it from me

Fee fie and, foe fum-ah

Look out now, here I come-ah

Golddiggers, this you gets none of

Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]

Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz

White tank top, cran-apple trim

Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems

Dice hands 'side both of them

Two rolls and I leave with a stack

Off to the club, G's in in the back

V.I.P. nigga beez like that

When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

I spit this for my riders

Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers

We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)

Young H-O-V-A

And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play

For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang

You young boyz ain't ready

You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga

to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'

Yeah it's money, recognize the smell

And we up out this bitch, yell

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]

Gettin that money my nigga

Ha ha, ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)

Gettin this money my nigga

Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh

Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)

It's way too late now..

.. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

[Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs]

[J] Gettin that money my nigga