Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all) C'mon [R. Kelly] It's, the, remix TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money
Fella We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know? Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we 'come addicted
don't care I need you in my world cause I'm a selfish girl [Verse 2] I understand that you got your crew but I've got something in mind for you make you lose all
tenderness Yuh coco-cola bottle shape and all yu cherry lips A you alone mi want fi hug up, love up and den mi kiss A jus addicted to yuh body das why
proper represtive 2! Yuh nuh si seh dem nuh have get incentive 3! Yet still di gehtto yout dem inventive Who we? Yet still dem waant seh wi tink negative VERSE I : All
brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down Same crew
an endin' Matter fact it's been a minute, all he see is pretty women Big lights big names, in a minute that'll change... BANG! Caught up in an all-consuming flame All
1:] I'm the real Mrs. Wayne all them otha chicks is lame and I (hahaha) You see I had to tell my rockstar crew I met a man like you Cause I ain't never
you don;t it gets brutal Cuz i do the type of shit that movie scripts don't even do Don't got a crew maybe I do but they all up in my head Multiple personalities
like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it Plus I am awkward, uh I am an addict?s son, plus I am an addict son! I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums
: [Promoe] I'm all city like graffiti, better yet all country 'bout to go all planet if it goes the way I planned it Fanatic fan addict but a man at
like a Holyfield blow to the dome Back up son, now give me room, give me room I set it off like this, don't give it up (uh) I'm all up in you till you
're addicted to mentally abuse it Word to tha mutha, I'm here to tear it up And if ya can't get with it, I don't give a So run and tell ya crew and tell
rag back, lookin like life's so simple Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets If Trife can't cover the house, call X Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers
I'd be bigger in the front Waitin for a check every month Watchin _All My Children_, livin in a motel With all my real children, all bad as hell Life
Woke Up This Morning Headache THIS BIG! Pay All These Damn Bills Feed All These Damn Kids Buy All These School Shoes Buy All These School Clothes For Some Strange Reason My Son Addicted
back to the crew She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk And if they speakin about us then its jumping off But I ain't sweatin' them at all