(feat. Foxy Brown)

[Intro: Tone (R. Kelly)]
Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man
We got the Track joint
Yo, this Tone the referee, while I got your attention
I gotta we set out to bring you the best possible heat
For your two step, me, Jigga and Kells
You know, so y´all just enjoy, aight
Yo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh)
You first to blow (yeah) Ight, you ready to blow (uh-huh)
Aight, let´s go

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I´m about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
I´m about to, make these niggaz get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin´ speakers

[R. Kelly]
Grab a bottle, get two models
Thugs at Apollo´s, niggaz wanna follow
I´m about to show you, how wild it gets
That nigga Hov´, is the craziest
Stop at the club, bout a quarter to six
With a bottle in my hand, yellin´ "Bitch, I´m rich"
Hey, y´all niggaz see me, I can´t believe it
You startin´ to sound like, you don´t want it
Tony´s on the drop, blue and yellow rocks
He keep yellin´, stop, Sisqo´s album flopped
What you wanna do, if you drinkin´, I´m hangin´ out with you
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y´all, let´s have some fun

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
It´s Young... uh, mack alone, I´m back in the zone
I´m out they way, still these rappers won´t leave me alone
I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin´ bout me
That just let´s me know, they can´t go a day without me
Scared of me succeading, that´s the reason you doubt me
Cuz if you ain´t believe me, you wouldn´t be thinkin´ bout me
Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind
Until you crossed the line, stop...
Then I gotta come accross a rhyme
To let the world know you come across a mime
I do so much sauce with lines, with someone who saws my climb
From Marcy to party, where you soakin´ up blue nine
Prude, am I, got a du-lema, I´m a dude from the hood
Who loves jewels, who am I?
You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5
With a sick view, of the place you grew, dude, can I
Live, what I did, for this whole rap circus
I open up more doors for y´all fuckers than car service
Ya´ll nervous, I ain´t back yet
I´m on extended vaca´, I ain´t unpack yet, stop worrying

[R. Kelly]
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y´all, let´s have some fun

[Chorus]

[Foxy Brown]
Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot
Uh-oh, somebody better tell this broad
I´m a nine year veteran, I´m back with my breathren
I sware to god, it feel like ´96 again
Bitches snatchin´ bags, see, they fuckin´ with my shit again
We bout to let them hammers pop
In the ´Stuy, dudes, callin´, you a problem, Fox´
I got the automore pierre watch
Butterscotch, GT, good toe on, three eight cock
Ya´ll ain´t see this much love since they cried for ´Pac
Since Big passed, or since Jay passed the Roc
I´m in a clearport, full length mink in a G4
Fuck I´m lookin´ like rhyming for a hundred g´s, for?
No, I don´t talk to media guys
I don´t chatter with the best, ain´t no question whose the best
Shawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds, I see y´all
Aiyo, Kel, nigga, holler at your peoples

[R. Kelly]
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y´all, let´s have some fun

[Chorus]