[R.]   Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days   When I ain't hot shit   But now that I got shit   Niggas wanna keep up shit   But it's all good, watch me do this shit      [Cam'Rom]   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, throw your hands up y'all it's just love in here   It ain't shit but a thug affair   I'm at the bar spendin' thug money   Cop so much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunny   So lets slide you got the right thong   Dju don't know, I'm all night long   The DJ playing all the right songs   To the BM, REM's are Muy bien   It's R. Kelly, killer Cam'   Baby girl, can you dig now   Next time we see him yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down      To all my players and my thugs   To all my honeys in the club   To all the hoods that show me love   We ride, we ride   (From Chitown to LA)   To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night   Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride   (From Chitown to LA)      [Noreaga]   Yo, I used to be in Chitown and collect panties   When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's   Thugged out yo, all my people givin' eye jammies   Now them shorties 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 for the love, for all the players and the thugs   Yo, it's a party goin' on, meet me right at the club   We got some chickens in the living room getting it on   And they ain't leaving 'till six in the morning   Thugged out, my 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   Ay yo, it's so deep I told shorty just last week   Uh huh, it's like, you remind me of my jeep      To all my players and my thugs   To all my honeys in the club   To all the hoods that show me love   We ride, we ride   (From Chitown to LA)   To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night   Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride   (From Chitown to LA)      [Vegas Cats]   Only ballers be allowed up in here   Money makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player haters   Eighteen and I'm livin' a dream, go figure   How a nigga that's younger than you, ice bigger   Don't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try that   Call my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit, black   And when you get it, 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 fellas   Left out the club with her friend, now she jealous   Mad cuz she can't ride in 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, uh huh      [Jay-Z]   Check, Ghetto pro' federal   Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em go   Bet a load I tear down every show   Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row   Says R., Jay y'all, all I need is four bars   I'm hotter than a lotta men   Switch up cars like Rodman's hair color, then hit your broad   I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind   Every time you ought to rewind, find there's more to find   Now pop that cork, then pour the wine   Represent New York to Chitown, like what   Floss mine, like of course my, what   Never cross my family, can we all get along? Hell no   I'm tryin' to tell y'all who dat is that rule that biz   Not your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that is   Better school that kid on who's shoes that is   Or who I be nigga, V.I.P Jigga      To all my players and my thugs   To all my honeys in the club   To all the hoods that show me love   We ride, we ride   (From Chitown to LA)   To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night   Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride   (From Chitown to LA)      [R.]   Let's get together and make this loot   (Trackmasters, Rockland)   Make this loot   (Untertainment)   Come on players   (Thugged out)   Come on players   (And we out like that)   Rock-a-fella ya'll