(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]