It Ain´t Personal Lyrics

[Jay-Z]Man, they go and tell me likeyou never know who your true friends until you ah ummboth got a little bit of moneyI mean cause y'all both brokethen there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both brokeAnd if you got money and he ain't got no paperHe still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about youWhen y'all both get some paper, you'll see[R. Kelly] + (Jay-Z)We used to get money together, phone honies togetherPushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leatherYou claim it's all love, but nigga it's whateverCause this is business, it ain't personalSame 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 greenThis is business, and it ain't personal[Jay-Z]Look, I'm a grown man dogAnd I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'allI 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 beforeAnd you'll be wrong again if you bet against himWe move through the hood like identical twinsBut it just so happen that a nigga made it rappinYou showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappinThat don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinumStop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassupFake love, fake fuck, fake thugsGotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise upHop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one[Chorus: R. Kelly]We used to get money together, phone honies togetherPushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leatherYou claim it's all love, but nigga it's whateverCause this is business, it ain't personalSame dream, same team, sames chemesWe even sold to the same damn fiendsAin't no rules in this war for this greenThis is business, and it ain't personal[R. Kelly]I wish, I wish - that success, we could allget a piece of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no)Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much moreBut rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my niggaInvest in chips and watch my money hill get biggerAnd do things like, pull up to some clubsin the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY!What the fuck, pop that Cris' my niggaAnd then he wants to know how many chips I done soldWell it ain't y'all business what's behind my doorsBut y'all niggaz don't appreciate shitHelped you out and you still actin like a little bitchThen you wonder why I put yo' ass in the tenth rowwhen you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 showLawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow[Chorus] + 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 alikeAnd your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changedNope; Hov's still here like RogaineAsk your boy what he did to the Hov' gameHow he jeapordized the whole gameNow when we see each other it's so strangeI don't know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)I don't know whether to cap him or dap himI don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happeninBut what I do know, all the niggaz that you knowlocked 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 doDo me a favor, place yourself in my shoesThe game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules[Chorus]