Shorty JAY-Z & R. Kelly

[Intro: Tone, R. Kelly & (Jay-Z)]
So I told shorty I be producing, I be making them beats
Be making them hits, ya know
So I told her my name, my name is Tone
She said "Town!!"
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
TRACK-MAS-TER
(We see you Tone
Tone the referee
We see you, baby)
C'mon Shorty
That nigga Hov' (holla)
Y'all niggas don't understand
(Uh-uh, they don't understand
Flow for 'em
No lemme sing for 'em
Just sing for 'em)

[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
Check it, Mr. Kel
It's like this, some of y'all niggas got, legs for lips
Runnin' ya mouth mad 'cause I, pop that Cris'
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo' chiiick
Some of y'all niggas mad 'cause I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B shit
Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich
And, for those of you who don't like it, y'all can suck my "Uhhhh!!"
Leadin' honies to my suite like I'm, the pied piper
Have they ass hittin' high notes like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo"
When her tides got high, fuck it, I'ma Don
Runnin' late for the studio, fuck it, I'm 'bout to come
Dress cold at club, fuck it, Air Force I's
Said I wouldn't mention Sisqó, fuck it, he's a bum
Ali boombaye, hit you with the right hook
You be like, "What the fuck was that?"
Me and Jigga, we are like the industry's po-po
Nigga y'all best shit can't even fuck with our demos
Shorty