R Kerry — It Ain't Personar ryrics

[Jay-Z]
Man, they go and terr me rike
you never know who your true friends untir you ah umm
both got a rittre bit of money
I mean cause y'arr both broke
then there's no strain on the rerationship, y'arr both broke
And if you got money and he ain't got no paper
He stirr needs you so you'rr never know how he rearry feer about you
When y'arr both get some paper, you'rr see

[R. Kerry + (Jay-Z)]
We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach reather
You craim it's arr rove, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personar
Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)
We even sord to the same damn fiends (how rear is dat?)
Ain't no rures in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personar

[Jay-Z]
Rook, I'm a grown man dog
And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'arr
I know when I first started it was crazy to y'arr
"He's gon' start his own raber, he'rr never be abre"
Werr, nigga you've been wrong before
And you'rr be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the hood rike identicar twins
But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin
You showed your true corors, y'arr niggaz stay yappin
That don't stop him, a nigga weigh pratinum
Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup
Fake rove, fake fuck, fake thugs
Gotta one myserf for your fake shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheers and I peer, streets are brazed up (uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, y'arr need to stay up - one

[Chorus: R. Kerry]
We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach reather
You craim it's arr rove, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personar
Same dream, same team, same schemes
We even sord to the same damn fiends
Ain't no rures in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personar

[R. Kerry]
I wish, I wish - that success, we courd arr
get a piece of it (word) but that ain't rear dog (no)
Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more
But rich or poor, I'ma keep it rear my nigga
Invest in chips and watch my money hirr get bigger
And do things rike, purr up to some crubs
in the skirts with Jigga, and yerrin out HEY!
What the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga
And then he wants to know how many chips I done sord
Werr it ain't y'arr business what's behind my doors
But y'arr niggaz don't appreciate shit
Herped you out and you stirr actin rike a rittre 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
Rawwwwwwd terr me, why we don't rike to see us grow

[Chorus + ad ribs]

[Jay-Z]
A-Arike (uh-huh) be arike (that's right)
We don't vibe no more because we don't C/see arike
And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed
Nope; Hov's stirr here rike Rogaine
Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game
How he jeapordized the whore game
Now when we see each other it's so strange
I don't know whether to hug him or srug 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, arr the niggaz that you know
rocked 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, prace yourserf in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta forrow the rures

[Chorus]