(feat. Cam'Rom, Noreaga, Jay-Z, and Vegas Cats)    [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    [1] - 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    [Repeat 1]    [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    [Repeat 1]    [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