Song lyrics It ain't personal by R Kelly

[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 yīall both broke
then thereīs no strain on the relationship, yīall both broke
And if you got money and he ainīt got no paper
He still needs you so youīll never know how he really feel about you
When yīall both get some paper, youīll see

[R. Kelly (Jay-Z)]
We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim itīs all love, but nigga itīs whatever
Cause this is business, it ainīt personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)
We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)
Ainīt no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ainīt personal

[Jay-Z]
Look, Iīm a grown man dog
And I ainīt got time to be runnin behind yīall
I know when I first started it was crazy to yīall
"Heīs gonī start his own label, heīll never be able"
Well, nigga youīve been wrong before
And youīll be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the hood like identical twins
But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin
You showed your true colors, yīall niggaz stay yappin
That donīt stop him, a nigga weigh platinum
Stop through the hood, to say whatīs happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup
Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs
Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)
About my bidīness dog, yīall need to stay up - one

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim itīs all love, but nigga itīs whatever
Cause this is business, it ainīt personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes
We even sold to the same damn fiends
Ainīt no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ainīt personal

[R. Kelly]
I wish, I wish - that success, we could all
get a piece of it (word) but that ainīt real dog (no)
Cause in these streets itīs war, the industry much more
But rich or poor, Iīma keep it real my nigga
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 fuck, pop that Crisī my nigga
And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold
Well it ainīt yīall business whatīs behind my doors
But yīall niggaz donīt appreciate shit
Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch
Then you wonder why I put yoī ass in the tenth row
when you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show
Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we donīt like to see us grow

[Chorus ad libs]

[Jay-Z]
A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (thatīs right)
We donīt vibe no more because we donīt C/see alike
And your mom got it twisted, she think Hovī changed
Nope; Hovīs still here like Rogaine
Ask your boy what he did to the Hovī game
How he jeapordized the whole game
Now when we see each other itīs so strange
I donīt know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
I donīt know whether to cap him or dap him
I donīt know what to think of him, I donīt know whatīs happenin
But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know
locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?
Maybe it wasnīt you, maybe Iīm buggin too (right)
But Iīm scared dog, I donīt know what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules

[Chorus]