Stop Lyrics - R. Kelly

Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man 

We got the Track joint 

Yo, this Tone the referee, while I got your attention 

I gotta say we set out to bring you the best possible heat 

For your two step, me, Jigga and Kells 

You know, so y'all just enjoy, alight 

Yo, Rob you there? Yeah, your mic sound nice, uh-huh, uh-huh 

You first to blow, yeah, alright, you ready to blow, uh-huh 

Alright, let's go 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

I'm about to make these niggaz get down 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin' speakers 

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Grab a bottle, get two models 

Thugs at Apollo's, niggaz wanna follow 

I'm about to show you, how wild it gets 

That nigga Hov', is the craziest 

Stop at the club, 'bout a quarter to six 

With a bottle in my hand, yellin' "Bitch, I'm rich" 

Hey, y'all niggaz see me, I can't believe it 

You startin' to sound like you don't want it 

Tony's on the drop, blue and yellow rocks 

He keep yellin', stop, Sisqo's album flopped 

What you wanna do, if you drinkin', I'm hangin' out with you 

Five, four, three, two, one, hang on y'all, let's have some fun 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

I'm about to make these niggaz get down 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

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It's Young, uh, mack alone, I'm back in the zone 

I'm out they way, still these rappers won't leave me alone 

I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' 'bout me 

That just let's me know, they can't go a day without me 

Scared of me succeeding, that's the reason you doubt me 

'Cuz if you ain't believe me, you wouldn't be thinkin' bout me 

Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind 

Until you crossed the line, stop 

Then I gotta come across a rhyme 

To let the world know you come across a mime 

I do so much sauce with lines with someone who saws my climb 

From Marcy to party where you soakin' up blue nine 

Prude, am I, got a du-lema, I'm a dude from the hood 

Who loves jewels, who am I? 

You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5 

With a sick view of the place you grew, dude, can I 

Live, what I did for this whole rap circus 

I open up more doors for y'all fuckers than car service 

Y'all nervous, I ain't back yet 

I'm on extended vaca', I ain't unpack yet, stop worrying 

Five, four, three, two, one, hang on y'all let's have some fun 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

I'm about to make these niggaz get down 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot 

Uh-oh, somebody better tell this broad 

I'm a nine year veteran, I'm back with my brethren 

I swear to God, it feel like '96 again 

Bitches snatchin' bags, see, they fuckin' with my shit again 

We 'bout to let them hammers pop 

In the stud, dudes, callin', you a problem, Fox' 

I got the Automore Pierre watch 

Butterscotch, GT, good toe on, three eight cock 

Y'all ain't see this much love since they cried for 'Pac 

Since Big passed or since Jay passed the Roc 

I'm in a clearport, full length mink in a G4 

Fuck I'm lookin' like rhyming for a hundred G's4 

No, I don't talk to media guys 

I don't chatter with the best, ain't no question whose the best 

Shawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds, I see y'all 

Aiyo, Kel, nigga, holler at your peoples 

Five, four, three, two, one, come on y'all, let's have some fun 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

I'm about to make these niggaz get down 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us 

Hold up, wait a minute, stop 

Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin' speakers