Letra It ain't personal R. Kelly

It ain't personal

[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 yall both broke
Then theres no strain on the relationship, yall both broke
And if you got money and he aint got no paper
He still needs you so youll never know how he really feel about you
When yall both get some paper, youll see

[r. kelly + (jay-z)]
We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim its all love, but nigga its whatever
Cause this is business, it aint personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)
We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat? )
Aint no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it aint personal

[jay-z]
Look, Im a grown man dog
And I aint got time to be runnin behind yall
I know when I first started it was crazy to yall
Hes gon start his own label, hell never be able
Well, nigga youve been wrong before
And youll 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, yall niggaz stay yappin
That dont stop him, a nigga weigh platinum
Stop through the hood, to say whats 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 bidness dog, yall 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 its all love, but nigga its whatever
Cause this is business, it aint personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes
We even sold to the same damn fiends
Aint no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it aint personal

[r. kelly]
I wish, I wish - that success, we could all
Get a piece of it (word) but that aint real dog (no)
Cause in these streets its war, the industry much more
But rich or poor, ima 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 aint yall business whats behind my doors
But yall niggaz dont 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 dont like to see us grow

[chorus + ad libs]

[jay-z]
A-alike (uh-huh) be alike (thats right)
We dont vibe no more because we dont c/see alike
And your mom got it twisted, she think hov changed
Nope; hovs 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 its so strange
I dont know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
I dont know whether to cap him or dap him
I dont know what to think of him, I dont know whats happenin
But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know
Locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?
Maybe it wasnt you, maybe Im buggin too (right)
But Im scared dog, I dont know what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules

[chorus]