JAY-Z, R. Kelly - Stop lyrics

Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry
Up back in the booth, man
We got the Track joint
Yo, this Tone the referee
While I got your attention
I gotta we set out to bring
You the best possible heat
For your two step, me, Jigga and Kells
You know, so y'all just enjoy, aight
Yo, Rob you there?
(yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh huh uh huh)
You first to blow
(yeah) aight, you ready to blow (uh huh)
Aight, let's go

Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to, make these niggas get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggas gonna feel us


Hold up, wait a minute, stop tone and Poke
Blow the motherfuckin' speakers

Grab a bottle, get two models
Thugs at Apollo's, niggas wanna follow
I'm about to show you, how wild it gets
That nigga Hov', is the craziest
Stop at the club, bout a quarter to six
With a bottle in my hand, yellin' "Bitch
I'm rich"
Hey, y'all niggas see me, I can't believe it
You startin' to sound like, you don't want it
Tony's on the drop, blue and yellow rocks
He keep yellin', stop, Sisqo's album flopped
What you wanna do?
If you drinkin', I'm hangin' out with you
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'all, let's have some fun

Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to, make these niggas get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggas gonna feel us
Hold up, wait a minute, stop

It's Young uh, mack alone
I'm back in the zone i'm out they way
Still these rappers won't leave me alone
I can give a fuck what
These rappers sayin' bout me
That just let's me know
They can't go a day without me
Scared of me succeeding
That's the reason you doubt me
'Cause if you ain't believe me
You wouldn't be thinkin' bout me
Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind
Until you crossed the line, stop
Then I gotta come across a rhyme
To let the world know you come across a mime
I do somersault with lines
When someone insults my grind
From Marcy to party with the Sultan of Brunei
Prude, am I, got a du lema
I'm a dude from the hood
Who loves jewels, who am I?
You where placed in the same shoes, size 10
5 with a sick view, of the
Place you grew, dude, can I
Live, what I did, for this whole rap circus
I open up more doors for
Y'all fuckers than car service
Ya'll nervous, I ain't back yet
I'm on extended vaca', I ain't unpack yet
Stop worrying

Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'all, let's have some fun

Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to, make these niggas get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggas gonna feel us
Hold up, wait a minute, stop

Shit, she back with the nigga S dot
Uh oh, somebody better tell this broad
I'm a nine-year veteran
I'm back with my breathren
I swear to God, it feel like '96 again
Bitches snatchin' bags, see
They fuckin' with my shit again
We 'bout to let them hammers pop
In the 'Stuy, dudes callin' you a problem
Fox' i got the Audemar Piguet watch
Butterscotch, GT, good toe on
Three eight cock
Ya'll ain't see this much love
Since they cried for 'Pac
Since Big passed, or since Jay passed the Roc
I'm in a clearport, full length mink in a G4
Fuck I'm lookin' like rhyming
For a hundred G's, for?
No, I don't talk to media guys
I don't chatter with the press
Ain't no question whose the best
Shawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds
I see y'all
Ayo, Kel, nigga, holla at your peoples

Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'all, let's have some fun

Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to, make these niggas get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggas gonna feel us
Hold up, wait a minute, stop tone and Poke
Blow the motherfuckin' speakers