[Tone aka Trackmaster]  So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats  Be making those hits, ya know  So I told her my name, My name is Tone  She said "Town!!"  You know like she never heard of me, ya know  So I said okay you may know me by my other name  Sometimes they call me    [R. Kelly]  TRACK-MAS-STER    [Jay-Z]  We see you Tone  Tone the referee  We see you, baby    [R. Kelly]  C'mon Shorty  That nigga Hov    [Jay-Z]  Holla    [R. Kelly]  Yall niggas don't understand    [Jay-Z]  Uh-uh, they dont understand  Flow for'em  No lemme sing for em  Just sing for'em    [R. Kelly]  Check It  Mr. Kell  Its like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips  Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris  Go up in 3-10, and cop that six  Then roll around with yo chick  Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits  Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B Shit  Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich  And, For those of you who don't like it, yall can suck my "Uhhhh!!"  These honies to my suite like I'm, the Pidi piper  Body ass, hitin high notes, like they Mariah  Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire  She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo"  When her tides got high, fuck it Ima Don  Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I'm bout to come  Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's   Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, fuck he's a bum  Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook  You be like, what the fuck was that  Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo  Nigga yall best shit can't even fuck with our demo's  Shorty    [Chorus 2X: R. Kelly]   From New York on to L.A. (Shorty)  Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty)  Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty)  We know chicks all around the world (Shorty)    [Jay-Z]  Shorty, what yo name is?  Shorty, who yo man is?  C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane  Like a old man, you know who game this is, Young Hov  Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll  I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday  Back to L.A.  This aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal  In three hours ma the streets will be ours (Wooooooo)  Shorty, I got something for you, Wouldn't give a chick a dime before  but now I wanna spoil you  Shorty, The trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot  How bout I do a helipads on the roof top  Shorty, Ya hella rag, your my rock star Shorty  Heres my number shit, you don't gotta to call me  Shorty    [Chorus 2x]    [R. Kelly]  I'm chillin in my 4.6, at the light  5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night  And, Plus I'm high, but it aint over  4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover  Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa  For all you R&B so called playas, I'm bout to coach ya  Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha  Tounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her  Its The Best Of Both Worlds, stickin ya in the "uhhhhhh!!"  Put ya hands up like it's money in the air  We bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade  So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade  To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades  In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid   On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel  R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the mizel's    [Chorus 2x]    Shorty    Shorty