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R. Kelly

Robert Sylvester Kelly (born January 8, 1967), known by his stage name R. Kelly, is an American singer-songwriter and record producer. Often referred to as the King of R&B, Kelly is recognized as one of the most successful R&B artists of all-time. A native of Chicago, Illinois, Kelly began performing during the late 1980s and debuted in 1992 with the group Public Announcement. In 1993, Kelly went solo with the album 12 Play. He is known for a collection of major hit singles including "Bump n' Grind", "Your Body's Callin'", "I Believe I Can Fly", "Gotham City", "Ignition (Remix)", "If I Could Turn Back the Hands of Time", "The World's Greatest", "I'm a Flirt", and the hip-hopera "Trapped in the Closet". In 1998, Kelly won three Grammy Awards for "I Bel… more »

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1998

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[R.] 
Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days 
When I ain't hot shit 
But now that I got shit 
Niggas want to keep up shit 
But it's all good watch me do this shit 

[Cam'Rom] 
Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to Chitown 
R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down 
Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters 
Shop lifters with Benini schemes 

Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green 
Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists 
But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist 
But yo, throw your hands up why'all it's just love in here 

It ain't shit but a thug affair 
I'm at the bar spendin' thug money 
Cop so much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunny 
So lets slide you got the right thong 

Dju don't know, I'm all night long 
The DJ playing all the right songs 
To the BM, REM's are Muy bien 
It's R. Kelly, killer Cam' 

Baby girl, can you dig now 
Next time we see him yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down 

[Chorus]
To all my players and my thugs 
To all my honeys in the club 
To all the hoods that show me love 
We ride, we ride 
(From Chitown to LA) 
To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night 
Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride 
(From Chitown to LA) 

[Noreaga] 
Yo, I used to be in Chitown and collect panties 
When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's 
Thugged out yo, all my people givin' eye jammies 
Now them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand me 

R. Kelly yo, I'm right from the belly, you know the soul 
Everything that we spit on is platinum gold 
But now it's for the love, for all the players and the thugs 
Yo, it's a party goin' on, meet me right at the club 

We got some chickens in the living room getting it on 
And they ain't leaving 'till six in the morning 
Thugged out, my people gettin' head while we on and 
Tear the club up every time we performin' 

Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place 
Because this shorty right here, lookin' good in my face 
Ay yo, it's so deep I told shorty just last week 
Uh huh, it's like, you remind me of my jeep 

[Chorus]
 
[Vegas Cats] 
Only ballers be allowed up in here 
Money makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player haters 
Eighteen and I'm livin' a dream, go figure 

How a nigga that's younger than you, ice bigger 
Don't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try that 
Call my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit, black 
And when you get it, make it known baby, who did it 

It'll make your fans hit the stores and go get it 
Now, here come a bitter sweet note for the fellas 
Left out the club with her friend, now she jealous 
Mad 'cause she can't ride in the LS 

Yeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care less 
While you sleep, sleep, sleep 
I'm inna Benz going beep, beep, beep 
Got your girl sayin' "Yo, who he?" 
So let's ride to Rockland's party, uh huh 

[Jay-Z] 
Check, Ghetto pro' federal 
Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em go 
Bet a load I tear down every show 
Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row 

Says R., Jay why'all, all I need is four bars 
I'm hotter than a lotta men 
Switch up cars like Rodman's hair color, then hit your broad 
I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind 

Every time you ought to rewind, find there's more to find 
Now pop that cork, then pour the wine 
Represent New York to Chitown, like what 
Floss mine, like of course my, what 

Never cross my family, can we all get along? Hell no 
I'm tryin' to tell why'all who dat is that rule that biz 
Not your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that is 
Better school that kid on who's shoes that is 
Or who I be nigga, V.I.P Jigga 

[Chorus]

[R.] 
Let's get together and make this loot 
(Trackmasters, Rockland) 
Make this loot 
(Untertainment) 

Come on players 
(Thugged out) 
Come on players 
(And we out like that) 
Rock-a-fella ya'll

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