heart kid if you want we can throw it out But you ain't got no heart motherfucker when I blow it out Straight out your back Cause you got attacked by
R.Kelly) Girl i got some money in my pockets (in my pockets) Do you wanna roll out with me yaaaaa ( yaaaaa) Baby ima playa u cant knock it ( u cant knock
blackout Fuckin wit Ruthless you assed out The size of these guns a make you pass out Im like hollow tips the way I blast out Ask me what Im involved
(feat. R Kelly) [Chorus: (R Kelly)] Baby dont chu wanna leave this V.I.P and finish off this party in my hotel suite Gurl juss follow me because i got
out the party Love it when you shake and wind your body You got me wantin to be with you all the time You make me wanna pass them chips girls you are
like The Garden You know it's the Squadron [Fat Joe] The god, Fat Joe [Remy Martin] And that bitch, Remy Martin [Remy Martin & R. Kelly] We thuggin' [Fat Joe] You
conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
one for tha knocks purple ta blocks down town shit from da west ta da rock yes eddie put it all on my belly I get while dey young call me r kelly puff
-monium [? ] when you see him, damn Baby you look good you're giving me wood You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood [? ] you and me both
make you cry, take you by surprise And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme See what you're seeing is a genius at work Which to
here" *knocks on the door* "Who's in the den?" [R] "It's me and Kelly!" "My bad, (sorry) let's try another room" [G] I don't trust you! "Shut up slut
ya to jack me, then smack me Take your bikini off, get on the bed and attack me I love porn, but niggas be hatin R. Kelly ain't got nothin on this shit
see I-D" Cause the truth is she really wanna take me to the telly Put my dick in her belly Then play me like R.Kelly But I can't go for that I'm on a
Yo, and the label you claim You bitch made gay nigga, I gave you the game You only got some street fame, cause you was rolling with me Trying to follow
me, I know you don't love me You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me You scream and holler when Eminem
(feat. R. Kelly) (R. Kelly) Yo, yo, Truth (Truth) What (R. Kelly) let me in Yo let me in Bitch (Truth) Now see I try to keep the peace But your lies
Man dawg, it's some bad bitches out here that'll (make you do wrong) Whoa... go on girl (make you do wrong) I know everybody gotta feel this Yeah you
bout Fuckin wit Ruthless you assed out The size of these guns a make you pass out Im like hollow tips the way I blast out Its all revolving, too much