R. Kelly lyrics
R. Kelly lyrics
"Mo' Money lyrics"
Can't Be Stopped lyrics
Nothing's gonna stop us We can't be stopped I know that it's not been easy Trying to make it in this crazy world People 'round you try to stop you Stomp you saying that you don't belong You must remember that We were born with blood of kings and queens And can't be stopped Stay stronger my sister you can't be stopped No, you can't be stopped I know that sometimes You get to feelin' I've given up on you The pressure seems to, to defeat you Beat you when you
(feat. Twista)Nothing's gonna stop us We can't be stopped I know that it's not been easy Trying to make it in this crazy world People 'round you try to stop you Stomp you saying that you don't belong You must remember that We were born with blood of kings and queens And can't be stopped Stay stronger my sister you can't be stopped No, you can't be stopped I know that sometimes You get to feelin' I've given up on you The pressure seems to, to defeat you Beat you when you
[Jay-Z]
That nigga let his fuckin flow go
Niggaz tryin to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a micky
Drop that joint
Yeah yeah (it's the remix y'all)
Like a muh'fucker (oh yeah)
Whassup my nigga (and still hot up in that boy, ain't it man)
(Yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all)
C'mon
[R. Kelly]
It's, the, remix
TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money
[Twista]
I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club
Cause I'm rollin up on fo' flickers
Peanut-butter interior, black body
And in case you didn't know, I be the Twista
Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin at me for the come up
Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga that run up
The ballers be Jay, R, and T
Spit it cold cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it fast as me
Got an aca
Accidently Kelly Street lyrics
Here's a door and Here's a window Here's a ceiling Here's a floor The room is lit like A black and white movie The tv's on that's what it's for And if you walk real slowly You can feel the planet breath There's no need to feel so lowly Now that we've all learned to give Accidently Kelly street Where friends and strangers Sometimes Meet Accidently Kelly street I never thought life Could be so sweet In the garden the birds are singing The sun is shining on the path The wind is talking to the flowers The
demy of haters comin after meHere's a door and Here's a window Here's a ceiling Here's a floor The room is lit like A black and white movie The tv's on that's what it's for And if you walk real slowly You can feel the planet breath There's no need to feel so lowly Now that we've all learned to give Accidently Kelly street Where friends and strangers Sometimes Meet Accidently Kelly street I never thought life Could be so sweet In the garden the birds are singing The sun is shining on the path The wind is talking to the flowers The
I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need
Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money
Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Gettin that money my nigga
Oh-five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin that money my nigga
Makin dough off a style I be the best in
Glad to be down with these two livin legends
Now let me see which league I'ma invest in
Gettin that money my nigga
Rollin this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
Now the shit's swell; when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tail - tell 'em Kel
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin that money my nigga
We rollin 24's, open them Bentley do's<
1975 lyrics
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn Swing and missing all Almost every time Yeah, almost every time Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn Swing and missing all Almost every time I'm not alive, 1975 I'd spend my time wasted, dull, damaged, and blind I'm not alive, 1
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Got plenty hoes because we gettin that money my niggaBrawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn Swing and missing all Almost every time Yeah, almost every time Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn Swing and missing all Almost every time I'm not alive, 1975 I'd spend my time wasted, dull, damaged, and blind I'm not alive, 1
[R. Kelly]
Pull up to the club, chicks in the back
Some smokin on weed, some sippin Co-gnac
Into the club, whole crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a tack
Gotta have my forty-five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
Game over and I'm still not finished
I play haters like V play tennis
Livin like a motherfuckin Richie Rich nigga
Got a butler for my Maybach nigga
White linen, smokin ci-gar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger
Feelin on your booty
Tryin to get one of these nice ladies
to come up to my room and do, me
Have her man like who's, he
Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse
And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with "The Gift & The Curse," whoa
Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa
Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve o'clock
Hit the ma
Forgive Me lyrics
There?s something coming And its coming for you The mob is restless Looking for something new You lead us here With an eternal promise The gallows are calling For you to pay for this Now that we?re left here on our own There is nowhere left to turn Who will see me through? Your heroes are dead They were all in you head When nothing is left we?ll start again What fitting ends To our fearless fathers The cost of treason Isn't paid in dollars
l bout two o'clockThere?s something coming And its coming for you The mob is restless Looking for something new You lead us here With an eternal promise The gallows are calling For you to pay for this Now that we?re left here on our own There is nowhere left to turn Who will see me through? Your heroes are dead They were all in you head When nothing is left we?ll start again What fitting ends To our fearless fathers The cost of treason Isn't paid in dollars
In the movies bout five o'clock
Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock
we in my crib, my bed, goin non-stop
This for my project niggaz, widebody Mo' sippers
Pimps hustlers herb flippers, get, this, money
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Gettin this money switchin my whips and my kicks
Like I'm just addicted to difference you pick what you want from me
To be a, lame with visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin lanes
It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz
either in prison or pay visits like in-laws
So we fend for ourself, and the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?
Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes when you gettin that money my nigga
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly]
TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money
[ad libs to fade]