The Return Lyrics - R. Kelly

Hawk, who goes yonder? 

It is I, sire, Tone from Brooklyn 

Well, speak up man, what is it? 

News from the east, sire 

The best of both worlds has returned 

Mirror, mirror on the wall 

Who is the freshest of them all? 

I love 'em all, but none of y'all 

Go fuck with the devil 

With the suicide doors, 

Fuck 'em all 

We got hits like a thirty shot clip 

When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor 

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Holla at your boy, boys 

When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys 

I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's 

Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change, we change 

Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank 

We can go clip for clip, nigga, chain for chain 

We can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing 

That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings 

Meeting Michelle at the hotel 

While Jay and Tone on the way to the afterparty 

Got the ladies sayin', oh 

Best of both worlds, and we rock the club 

Youknowhatimsayin' 

Boy H-O, Kells, we not playing 

Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win 

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And win again, like Deja Vu 

Then we win again, like M.J. do 

Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue 

Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move 

In this arena, arena 

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up 

This is for them hustlin' boys and girls 

It's the return of best of both worlds 

In this arena, arena 

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up 

This is for them hustlin' boys and girls 

It's the return of best of both worlds 

Now all the ladies love Kells, 'cuz Kells is fresh 

And plus, Kells got super pimp 'cross his chest 

I got a fat gold chain and a drop top Lex' 

And when I'm rollin' through your hood, I be causin' wrecks 

Man, I'm a gigolo, air force ones and fresh linen 

I be in the club while my chrome still spinning 

Ladies line up in a single filed line 

Just to hear the black Sinatra, sing 'em a few lines like 

Meeting Michelle at the hotel 

While Jay and Tone on the way to the afterparty 

Got the ladies sayin', oh 

Best of best worlds, gettin' it down, youknawImean 

Kells and Jigga, man, back on the set 

Step off in the club, so fresh and so clean 

Ladies be like, damn, bling, bling, bling 

Hov' rapping, I sing, sing, sing 

H to the O, and the R and B king 

Before we do a show 

It's like ching, ching, ching 

So ladi dadi, we like to party 

We don't start fights, we don't bother nobody 

The good news is, haters, we got a lot of dough 

Bad news is, it's the return of best of both 

In this arena, arena 

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up 

This is for them hustlin' boys and girls 

It's the return of best of both worlds 

In this arena, arena 

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up 

This is for them hustlin' boys and girls 

It's the return of best of both worlds 

We on a world tour, with Jay and my man 

Going each and every where with the mic in our hands 

London, Paris, New York, D.C 

Detroit, from Chitown, to Cali 

We on a world tour, with Kells and ya man 

Going each and everywhere with the mic in our hands 

Philly, Jersey, Dallas, St. Louie 

Miami, Best of Both, coming to your city 

In this arena, arena 

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up 

This is for them hustlin' boys and girls 

It's the return of best of both worlds 

In this arena, arena 

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up 

This is for them hustlin' boys and girls 

It's the return of best of both worlds