R. Kelly - It Ain't Personal Lyrics
[jay-z]Man, they go and tell me likeYou never know who your true friends until you ah ummBoth got a little bit of moneyI mean cause yall both brokeThen theres no strain on the relationship, yall both brokeAnd if you got money and he aint got no paperHe still needs you so youll never know how he really feel about youWhen yall both get some paper, youll see[r. kelly + (jay-z)]We used to get money together, phone honies togetherPushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leatherYou claim its all love, but nigga its whateverCause this is business, it aint personalSame dream, same team, same schemes (mm)We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat? )Aint no rules in this war for this greenThis is business, and it aint personal[jay-z]Look, Im a grown man dogAnd I aint got time to be runnin behind yallI know when I first started it was crazy to yallHes gon start his own label, hell never be ableWell, nigga youve been wrong beforeAnd youll be wrong again if you bet against himWe move through the hood like identical twinsBut it just so happen that a nigga made it rappinYou showed your true colors, yall niggaz stay yappinThat dont stop him, a nigga weigh platinumStop through the hood, to say whats happenin? (sup nigga)Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassupFake love, fake *****, fake thugsGotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise upHop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)About my bidness dog, yall need to stay up - one[chorus: r. kelly]We used to get money together, phone honies togetherPushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leatherYou claim its all love, but nigga its whateverCause this is business, it aint personalSame dream, same team, same schemesWe even sold to the same damn fiendsAint no rules in this war for this greenThis is business, and it aint personal[r. kelly]I wish, I wish - that success, we could allGet a piece of it (word) but that aint real dog (no)Cause in these streets its war, the industry much moreBut rich or poor, ima keep it real my niggaInvest in chips and watch my money hill get biggerAnd do things like, pull up to some clubsIn the skirts with jigga, and yellin out hey!What the *****, pop that cris my niggaAnd then he wants to know how many chips I done soldWell it aint yall business whats behind my doorsBut yall niggaz dont appreciate shitHelped you out and you still actin like a little *****Then you wonder why I put yo ass in the tenth rowWhen you asked me for some tickets to my tp-2 showLawwwwwwd tell me, why we dont like to see us grow[chorus + ad libs][jay-z]A-alike (uh-huh) be alike (thats right)We dont vibe no more because we dont c/see alikeAnd your mom got it twisted, she think hov changedNope; hovs still here like rogaineAsk your boy what he did to the hov gameHow he jeapordized the whole gameNow when we see each other its so strangeI dont know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)I dont know whether to cap him or dap himI dont know what to think of him, I dont know whats happeninBut what I do know, all the niggaz that you knowLocked up doin a few doe, but who knows?Maybe it wasnt you, maybe Im buggin too (right)But Im scared dog, I dont know what the ***** to doDo me a favor, place yourself in my shoesThe game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules[chorus]
