R KELLY - The Best Of Both Worlds lyrics

rate me

I pull up with the big boy truck, nigga big boy drop

We be the only big boys that the big boys watch

Sing to 'em Kelly

The combination of Pappy Mason and Larry Davis

Martin and Malcolm, this is the bigger than the album

R-ah

I got a million on that boy singin whatever on the flow

Y'all got cheddar to blow, whatever, let a nigga know

Kel's

It's not even close, just leave it alone

I'm Michael Jordan, I play for the team I own

Sing to 'em Kel'

Young.. H - flow feared in fifty states

Young.. Kel's - nigga the best of both worlds

Holla

You can't possibly think you can stop this

It's prophecy; plus I feel like the nigga Big watchin me

Kel..

This is for my niggaz down bottom and them hustlers on twenty-two's

Single parent mothers in the hood is who I'm talkin to

I know it's rough in the ghetto but let me walk witchu

Talk witchu, uh-huh, yeah-hea

And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it

But you still held your ground and came up out that basement

In the memory of those that we lost, it's deicated

We miss y'all, uh-huh, yeah-hea

This right here this whole album's..

in the memory of all our fallen soldiers (uh-huh)

we lost along the way (ohhhhhoooh) knahmsayin, ghetto to ghetto

City to city, worldwide, we got y'all, y'knahmean?

(Ghetto America) This album right here represents strength

(Ohhhh! Yeahhh) Strength in our people, understand it

Cock-suckers can not touch us, the block love us

We got the ghetto on our back muh'fuckers

We got this locked for two reasons: we from the hood

plus we promised both our mommas that we would

Kel - take 'em to church

We mastered this, don't you know

I eat beef and breathe acid, weak bastards

We copped and we crash it

Then we cop again cause we are classic

Let me speak for ya R we "Scarface" re-enacted

"The Godfather" trilogy re-casted

But it's real like we grievin for Aaliyah with the masses

But I hope my boy Dash get to see it when he passes

I feel her soul when the Lee passes

When the wind blows, it's almost like I see her in the Hamptons

Even more reason to be up in them mansions

Laid back, feet up in the hammock, I'ma live for ya

Big too, 'til they put me in the grave

I'ma floss 'til they toss me a Bed-Stuy parade

'Til Chi-Town make a nigga Mayor for a day

In the memory of Joanne Kelly, let us pray