It Ain't Personal Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (r. Kelly & Jay-z) - R. Kelly

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 y'all both broke 

Then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke 

And if you got money and he ain't got no paper 

He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you 

When y'all both get some paper, you'll see 

We used to get money together, phone honies together 

Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather 

You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever 

'Cause this is business, it ain't personal 

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Same dream, same team, same schemes 

We even sold to the same damn fiends 

(How real is dat?) 

Ain't no rules in this war for this green 

This is business, and it ain't personal 

Look, I'm a grown man dog 

And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'all 

I know when I first started it was crazy to y'all 

"He's gon' start his own label, he'll never be able" 

Well, nigga you've been wrong before 

And you'll 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, y'all niggaz stay yappin 

That don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum 

Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? 

('Sup nigga) 

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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 bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up one 

We used to get money together, phone honies together 

Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather 

You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever 

'Cause this is business, it ain't personal 

Same dream, same team, same schemes 

We even sold to the same damn fiends 

Ain't no rules in this war for this green 

This is business, and it ain't personal 

I wish, I wish, that success, we could all 

Get a piece of it 

(Word) 

But that ain't real dog 

(No) 

'Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more 

But rich or poor, I'ma 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 ain't y'all business what's behind my doors 

But y'all niggaz don't 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 

Lawd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow? 

We used to get money together, phone honies together 

Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather 

You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever 

'Cause this is business, it ain't personal 

Same dream, same team, same schemes 

We even sold to the same damn fiends 

Ain't no rules in this war for this green 

This is business, and it ain't personal 

A-alike 

(Uh-huh) 

Be alike 

(That's right) 

We don't vibe no more because we don't see alike 

And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed 

Nope, Hov's still here like Rogaine 

Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game 

How he jeopardized the whole game 

Now when we see each other it's so strange 

I don't know whether to hug him or slug him 

(Damn) 

I don't know whether to cap him or dap him 

I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin 

But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know 

Locked up doin a few doe, but who knows? 

Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too 

(Right) 

But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the fuck to do 

Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes 

The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules 

We used to get money together, phone honies together 

Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather 

You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever 

'Cause this is business, it ain't personal 

Same dream, same team, same schemes 

We even sold to the same damn fiends 

Ain't no rules in this war for this green 

This is business, and it ain't personal