[Jay-Z]  Man, they go and tell me like  you never know who your true friends until you ah umm  both got a little bit of money  I mean cause y'all both broke  then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke  And if you got money and he ain't got no paper  He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you  When y'all both get some paper, you'll see    [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]  We used to get money together, phone honies together  Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather  You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever  Cause this is business, it ain't personal  Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)  We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)  Ain't no rules in this war for this green  This is business, and it ain't personal    [Jay-Z]  Look, I'm a grown man dog  And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'all  I know when I first started it was crazy to y'all  "He's gon' start his own label, he'll never be able"  Well, nigga you've been wrong before  And you'll be wrong again if you bet against him  We move through the hood like identical twins  But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin  You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin  That don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum  Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)  Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup  Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs  Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise up  Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)  About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one    [Chorus: R. Kelly]  We used to get money together, phone honies together  Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather  You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever  Cause this is business, it ain't personal  Same dream, same team, same schemes  We even sold to the same damn fiends  Ain't no rules in this war for this green  This is business, and it ain't personal    [R. Kelly]  I wish, I wish - that success, we could all  get a piece of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no)  Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more  But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga  Invest in chips and watch my money hill get bigger  And do things like, pull up to some clubs  in the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY!  What the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga  And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold  Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my doors  But y'all niggaz don't appreciate shit  Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch  Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the tenth row  when you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show  Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow    [Chorus + ad libs]    [Jay-Z]  A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that's right)  We don't vibe no more because we don't C/see alike  And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed  Nope; Hov's still here like Rogaine  Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game  How he jeapordized the whole game  Now when we see each other it's so strange  I don't know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)  I don't know whether to cap him or dap him  I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin  But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know  locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?  Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)  But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the fuck to do  Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes  The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules    [Chorus]