R. Isley - It Ain't Personal lyrics

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R. Isley - It Ain't Personal lyrics

[Jay-Z] 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 [R. Kelly] + (Jay-Z) We used to get money together, bone honies together Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather You claim it's all love, but n***a it's whatever Cause this is business, it ain't personal Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm) 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 [Jay-Z] 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, n***a 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 n***a made it rappin You showed your true colors, y'all n***as stay yappin That don't stop him, a n***a weigh platinum Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup n***a) Fake hugs (uh-huh) fake wha**up Fake love, fake f**, fake thugs Gotta warn myself for your fake sh**, I raise up Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh) About my bid'ness dog, y'all n***as stay up - one [Hook: R. Kelly] We used to get money together, phone honies together Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather You claim it's all love, but n***a 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 [R. Kelly] 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'mma keep it real my n***a 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 f**, pop that Cris' my n***a 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 n***as don't appreciate sh** Helped you out and you still actin like a little b**h Then you wonder why I put yo' a** in the tenth row When you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow [Hook] + ad libs [Jay-Z] A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that's right) We don't vibe no more because we don't C/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 whole game How he jeapordized 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 n***as 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 f** to do Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules [Hook]