Uh, huh, I remember when I back in the days when I ain't got ***

But now that I got ***, niggas wanna keep up ***

But it's all good watch me do this *** [Cam'Ron]

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 put your hands up y'all it's love in here

It ain't *** but a thug affair

I'm at the bar spendin' thug money

Hustle much huh, they say I love money carats like Bugs Bunny

So let's slide you got the right thong

Ju don know I'm all night long

The DJ playing all the right songs

To the BM, rims are muy bien

It's R. Kelly killer camp

Girl can you dig now

Next time you see him yo he lay Mr. Big style [Chorus: R. Kelly]

To all my players and my thugs, to the all the 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'm in Cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's

Thugged out yo my people giving eye jammies

Now them shorites 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 on the love all the players and the thugs

Yo it's a party going on meet me right at the club

We got some chickens in the living room getting it on

And they ain't leaving til six in the morning

Thugged out some 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

Hey 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

Moneymakers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player haters

18 and I'm livin' the dream go figure

How a nigga that's younger than you ice bigger

Don't sweat that stick the rap nigga try that

Call my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit black

And when you get 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 'cause she chan't ride on 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 [Jay-Z]

Ghetto prone federal Jay-Z shake the dice let 'em go

Better know I tear down every show better known cheddar prone

Like the chrome big Rolls say it y'all all I need is four bars

I'm hotter than a lot of 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 then 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 whose shoes that is or who I be nigga V-I-P jigga [Chorus] [R. Kelly]

Let's get together and make this loot

All I wanna do is make the loot

Come on players, come on players