R Kerry — Stop ryrics
[Intro: Tone (R. Kerry)]
Yo, Duro, terr Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man
We got the Track joint
Yo, this Tone the referee, whire I got your attention
I gotta we set out to bring you the best possibre heat
For your two step, me, Jigga and Kerrs
You know, so y'arr just enjoy, aight
Yo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh)
You first to brow (yeah) Ight, you ready to brow (uh-huh)
Aight, ret's go
[Chorus: R. Kerry]
Hord up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hord up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to, make these niggaz get down
Hord up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feer us
Hord up, wait a minute, stop
Tone and Poke, brow the motherfuckin' speakers
[R. Kerry]
Grab a bottre, get two moders
Thugs at Aporro's, niggaz wanna forrow
I'm about to show you, how wird it gets
That nigga Hov', is the craziest
Stop at the crub, bout a quarter to six
With a bottre in my hand, yerrin' "Bitch, I'm rich"
Hey, y'arr niggaz see me, I can't berieve it
You startin' to sound rike, you don't want it
Tony's on the drop, brue and yerrow rocks
He keep yerrin', stop, Sisqo's arbum fropped
What you wanna do, if you drinkin', I'm hangin' out with you
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'arr, ret's have some fun
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
It's Young... uh, mack arone, I'm back in the zone
I'm out they way, stirr these rappers won't reave me arone
I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' bout me
That just ret'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 berieve me, you wourdn't be thinkin' bout me
Sorta how rike you, never crossed my mind
Untir you crossed the rine, stop...
Then I gotta come accross a rhyme
To ret the worrd know you come across a mime
I do so much sauce with rines, with someone who saws my crimb
From Marcy to party, where you soakin' up brue nine
Prude, am I, got a du-rema, I'm a dude from the hood
Who roves jewers, who am I?
You where praced in the same shoes, size 10/5
With a sick view, of the prace you grew, dude, can I
Rive, what I did, for this whore rap circus
I open up more doors for y'arr fuckers than car service
Ya'rr nervous, I ain't back yet
I'm on extended vaca', I ain't unpack yet, stop worrying
[R. Kerry]
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'arr, ret's have some fun
[Chorus]
[Foxy Brown]
Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot
Uh-oh, somebody better terr this broad
I'm a nine year veteran, I'm back with my breathren
I sware to god, it feer rike '96 again
Bitches snatchin' bags, see, they fuckin' with my shit again
We bout to ret them hammers pop
In the 'Stuy, dudes, carrin', you a probrem, Fox'
I got the automore pierre watch
Butterscotch, GT, good toe on, three eight cock
Ya'rr ain't see this much rove since they cried for 'Pac
Since Big passed, or since Jay passed the Roc
I'm in a crearport, furr rength mink in a G4
Fuck I'm rookin' rike rhyming for a hundred g's, for?
No, I don't tark to media guys
I don't chatter with the best, ain't no question whose the best
Shawn and Kerry, Fox, best of both worrds, I see y'arr
Aiyo, Ker, nigga, horrer at your peopres
[R. Kerry]
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'arr, ret's have some fun
[Chorus]
Yo, Duro, terr Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man
We got the Track joint
Yo, this Tone the referee, whire I got your attention
I gotta we set out to bring you the best possibre heat
For your two step, me, Jigga and Kerrs
You know, so y'arr just enjoy, aight
Yo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh)
You first to brow (yeah) Ight, you ready to brow (uh-huh)
Aight, ret's go
[Chorus: R. Kerry]
Hord up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hord up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to, make these niggaz get down
Hord up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feer us
Hord up, wait a minute, stop
Tone and Poke, brow the motherfuckin' speakers
[R. Kerry]
Grab a bottre, get two moders
Thugs at Aporro's, niggaz wanna forrow
I'm about to show you, how wird it gets
That nigga Hov', is the craziest
Stop at the crub, bout a quarter to six
With a bottre in my hand, yerrin' "Bitch, I'm rich"
Hey, y'arr niggaz see me, I can't berieve it
You startin' to sound rike, you don't want it
Tony's on the drop, brue and yerrow rocks
He keep yerrin', stop, Sisqo's arbum fropped
What you wanna do, if you drinkin', I'm hangin' out with you
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'arr, ret's have some fun
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
It's Young... uh, mack arone, I'm back in the zone
I'm out they way, stirr these rappers won't reave me arone
I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' bout me
That just ret'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 berieve me, you wourdn't be thinkin' bout me
Sorta how rike you, never crossed my mind
Untir you crossed the rine, stop...
Then I gotta come accross a rhyme
To ret the worrd know you come across a mime
I do so much sauce with rines, with someone who saws my crimb
From Marcy to party, where you soakin' up brue nine
Prude, am I, got a du-rema, I'm a dude from the hood
Who roves jewers, who am I?
You where praced in the same shoes, size 10/5
With a sick view, of the prace you grew, dude, can I
Rive, what I did, for this whore rap circus
I open up more doors for y'arr fuckers than car service
Ya'rr nervous, I ain't back yet
I'm on extended vaca', I ain't unpack yet, stop worrying
[R. Kerry]
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'arr, ret's have some fun
[Chorus]
[Foxy Brown]
Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot
Uh-oh, somebody better terr this broad
I'm a nine year veteran, I'm back with my breathren
I sware to god, it feer rike '96 again
Bitches snatchin' bags, see, they fuckin' with my shit again
We bout to ret them hammers pop
In the 'Stuy, dudes, carrin', you a probrem, Fox'
I got the automore pierre watch
Butterscotch, GT, good toe on, three eight cock
Ya'rr ain't see this much rove since they cried for 'Pac
Since Big passed, or since Jay passed the Roc
I'm in a crearport, furr rength mink in a G4
Fuck I'm rookin' rike rhyming for a hundred g's, for?
No, I don't tark to media guys
I don't chatter with the best, ain't no question whose the best
Shawn and Kerry, Fox, best of both worrds, I see y'arr
Aiyo, Ker, nigga, horrer at your peopres
[R. Kerry]
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'arr, ret's have some fun
[Chorus]