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R Kelly

Trapped In The Closet (Chapter 30)

 

Trapped In The Closet (Chapter 30)

(album: Trapped In The Closet: Chapters 23–33 - 2012)


[Twan:]
Sylvester

[Sylvester:]
You're late

[Twan:]
I know, I know

[Narrator:]
Twan and Sylvester in the private garage, Twan says, "Man, how you like these kicks?"

[Sylvester:]
Nigga, ever since you won that money, can't nobody tell you shit

[Twan:]
Damn right

[Sylvester:]
Now, Twan, you already know what to do?

[Twan:]
Man, how many times I got to tell you? I got you

[Sylvester:]
Man, just be on the lookout

[Twan:]
Sylvester, check me out... [laughs]

[Sylvester:]
Oh, shit

[Twan:]
Right?

[Sylvester:]
You got a gun now, nigga?

[Twan:]
Yeah, and I told motherfuckers I was gon' buy me a piece

[Sylvester:]
Oh, let me check it out

[Twan:]
See?

[Sylvester:]
Nice

[Twan:]
Man, I'll bust a cap in a motherfucker's ass and a nigga won't even think twice

[Sylvester:]
Yeah, I'm sure you will

[Twan:]
Yeah, you know your bro-in-law, he keeps it real

[Sylvester:]
Well, before bro-in-law gets us both killed, I'll be holding the heat ([Twan:] What?!) until we make the deal ([Twan:] Man!) and get out of there. Now, Twan, this shit is serious. Now, this motherfucker we going to meet, this motherfucker's delirious. Now, listen to me and listen good, when we walk in...

[Twan:]
Yeah, don't say nothing

[Sylvester:]
Yeah, that's right, these niggas ain't friends like the Italians. They'll bust and won't even ask questions

[Sylvester:]
You go first

[Twan:]
Okay. Now here it is, I done finally went out and bought myself a gun
And Sylvester take it from me, I'm like, "Aw, man, I can't never have no fun!"
And then we get into some gangsta shit and I'm like, "Ooh"
I'm thinking to myself, "If Sylvester hadn't took my piece, I would bust on these fools
Boom boom boom! Yeah, nigga, what y'all wanna do?
I would..."

[Sylvester:]
Is that your confession?

[Twan:]
Yeah

[Sylvester:]
Nigga, that shit ain't cool
See, Twan likes to talk a lot
Walk around, brag a lot
I'm always telling him, "Keep it cool
Get back with Tina, don't be no fool"

[Twan:]
But you gotta walk a mile in my shoes

[Sylvester:]
Man, the places I walked, I ain't have no shoes

[Twan:]
But bro-in-law, gangstas prove shit with violence

[Sylvester:]
Real gangstas move in silence

[Twan:]
Well, can I get my...

[Sylvester:]
Silence

[Twan:]
Man, this is some bull...

[Sylvester:]
Silence

[Twan:]
Oh, you just gon' keep on saying "silence"? ([Sylvester:] Silence) Man, you gotta love this man

[Twan and Sylvester laugh]

done

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