We Ride

[Intro: R. Kelly]

Uh-huh, hey, I remember when, uh

Back in the days when I ain't have shit

Now that I got shit, niggas wanna keep up shit, ha

But it's all good (Make this loot)

Watch me do this shit

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Ayo, from my town to Chi-town

R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lie down

Voice cry high sounds, tied down

Cop twisters, shoplifters with Benini schemes

Smoke greeny green, Candyman up in Cabrini Green

Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrist

But my man Karate man cut the nerves out his fist

But yo, throw your hands up, y'all, it's just love in here

It ain't shit but a thug affair

I'm at the bar spending thug money (Money)

Cop so much, huh, they say I love money, karats like Bugs Bunny

So lets slide, you got the right thong

'ju don't know, I'm all night long

The DJ playing all the right songs

To the BM, rims are muy bien

It's R. Kelly, Killa Cam, baby girl, can you dig now?

Next time we see him, yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down

[Chorus: R. Kelly, Tone]

To all my players and my thugs (Uh-huh)

To all my honeys in the club (Check it out)

To all the hoods that show me love (Come on)

We ride, we ride (From Chi-town to L.A.)

To all my ballers rocking ice (Uh-huh)

Getting a room for the night (Check it out)

Taking first class flights (To Milan)

We ride, we ride (From Chi-town to NY)

[Verse 2: Noreaga]

Yo, I used to be in Chi-town and collect panties

When I'm in Cabrini Green, you know I hit Sammy's

Thugged out yo, all my people giving 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 and gold

But now it's for the love, for all the players and the thugs

Yo, it's a party going on, meet me right at the club

We got some chickens in the living room getting it on

And they ain't leaving 'til six in the morning

Thugged out, my people get head while we yawning

Tear the club up every time we performing

Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place

Because this shorty right here, looking good in my face

Ayo, it's so deep, I told shorty just last week

Uh-huh, it's like, you remind me of my Jeep

[Chorus: R. Kelly, Tone]

To all my players and my thugs (Uh-huh)

To all my honeys in the club (Check it out)

To all the hoods that show me love (Come on)

We ride, we ride (From Chi-town to L.A.)

To all my ballers rocking ice (Uh-huh)

Getting a room for the night (Check it out)

Taking first class flights (To Milan)

We ride, we ride (From Chi-town to NY)

[Verse 3: Vegas Cats]

Only ballers be allowed up in here, money makers

Got my thug niggas watching my rear for player haters

Eighteen and I'm living 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. Kel 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 in a Benz going beep, beep, beep

Got your girl saying, "Yo, who he?"

So let's ride to Rockland's party, uh-huh

[Verse 4: 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 grow like the 'fro on ba'y bro

Says R., Jay, y'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 Chi-town like what

Floss mine, like of course my, what

Never cross my family, can we all get along? Hell nah

I'm tryna tell y'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, uh-huh

[Chorus: R. Kelly, Tone]

To all my players and my thugs (Uh-huh)

To all my honeys in the club (Check it out)

To all the hoods that show me love (Come on)

We ride, we ride (From Chi-town to L.A.)

To all my ballers rocking ice (Uh-huh)

Getting a room for the night (Check it out)

Taking first class flights (To Milan)

We ride, we ride (From Chi-town to NY)

[Outro: R. Kelly, Tone]

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

Roc-A-Fella y'all, yeah)