r. kelly – trapped in the closet: chapters 33 lyrics
while sylvester and twan is walkin’ down the alley, sylvester is tellin’ him more
and as you get closer, you hear the rap music beatin’ through the door
and then
“what the f+ck?”
“bankhead, it’s me, yo”
“i say what the f+ck, n+ggas?”
“man, just calm+”
dude i’m just here to see beano
“tell beano”
“it’s sylvester and some strange lookin’+ass n+gga out here to holla’ at him”
(“he said bring ’em in”)
(“he said bring ’em in”)
(“he said bring ’em in”)
“bring yo’ ass in”
“hmph”
“wait”
“don’t ‘hmph’ me, n+gga”
“i’ll pop yo’ nugget”
“bring yo’ ass in”
“d+mn, you gotten grumpy in your old age”
“yeah, yeah, whatever, motherf+ckers move”
“alright, alright, have a cigar”
“man, the only thing i’ma be smokin’ around this b+tch is you two fools”
then twan and sylvester, they walk in
and then they make a left (left)
and then a right (right)
and downstairs (stairs)
and keep straight (keep straight)
then they make another left (another left)
and another left (and another left)
then up the stairs (then up the stairs)
third floor (third floor)
elevator (elevator)
(“come on motherf+cker”)
(“move yo’ fat italian ass on outta here”)
(“yeah, message from beano, b+tch”)
(“yeah, whatever, move it fatass”)
and through some doors
and then
next thing you know, sylvester says
“my man, beano”
“what up, playa’?”
“don’t come in here with that sweet talk, n+gga”
“now just sit yo’ ass down in these chairs”
beano mean mugs ’em both and says
“now who is this motherf+cker?”
“my brother+in+law, man he’s cool”
“beano, should i pop his nugget?”
“bankhead”
“sylvester, you know the rules”
“yeah that’s my bad, beano, but after this we got some place to be”
“so can we get right down to business? it’s all good, baby”
“yeah, it better be”
[grunting]
“can he get a water?”
“shut up, motherf+cker”
“n+gga talk to me”
“well i’ma make it quick, there’s some real heavy sh+t comin’ outta miami”
“and i know some n+ggas in it [?] gonna move it for me”
“yeah and just what kinda heavy sh+t are we talkin’ about, here?”
“heavy sh+t, now beano man, let me tell you the l!ck”
now sylvester tries to whisper through it, but it’s hard to talk over all the rap music
“we can get this money, it’s a in+and+out, baby i could buy one of these stallions”
“haha, haha.. ha”
“sh+t ain’t funny, you think i’m a dummy? i know you doin’ deals with the italians”
[grunting and choking]
“look beano, man, it ain’t+”
[laughing]
“that’s fun+”
“so tell me, how joey doin’?”
“f+ckin’ rattin’, spaghetti and meatball eatin’ motherf+cker popped me on the chicago deal, way back”
now twan look at sylvester, sylvester look at twan
then they look at beano and all of his goons
then outta nowhere, twan stands up and says
“man ain’t n0body tryna play you”
then bankhead says “sit the f+ck down, before i bobble yo’ head”
then sylvester remembers twan’s gun is in a holster on his leg
beano screams “you motherf+ckers come up in my establishment, and disrespect me?”
“bankhead, take ’em out back”
“now wait a minute”
twan hits one goon, and then he kicks another
then sylvester pulls the gun on beano and says
“don’t make me shoot you, my brother”
“now back up”
“motherf+ckers back up”
then twan takes bankhead’s gun and says
“you heard what he said, motherf+ckers don’t act up. wooo!”
and then beano says “your families, friends”
“they won’t live to see the weekend”
sylvester keeps the gun at beano’s head, they all can’t do nothin’ but stare
they backed up to the door, twan say “let’s go”
then they ran the f+ck up outta there
“oh sh+t”
“come on, twan, run!”
“sylvester this is the way we go”
“no, we gotta get to the show”
“this way”
“them motherf+ckers better not make it a block”
“or all you motherf+ckers gon’ get shot”
“get them motherf+ckers!”
“wait, there they go!”
twan, sylvester, on the run, gotta get away from goons with guns tonight, yeah (get away, get away)
runnin’, divin’, bullets flyin’, [?], beano wants their lives, oh
[scatting]
i run, i dive, [?]
i run, i dive [?]
i run, i dive [?]
oh!
“hold up, wait right here”
“man, why we gotta wait right here, when these motherf+ckers chasin’+”
“shh, shh”
“sylvester when these motherf+ckers chasin’ us with all these guns”
“twan, i know what i’m doin'”
(“come on out, punk+ass motherf+ckers”)
“man, let’s just keep runnin'”
“n+gga, no”
“besides, we at the backstage door”
“backstage door of what?”
“the backstage door of the show”
“you sh+ttin’ me”
“let’s go”
“sylvester, you mother+”
“ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the out of the closet show”
“now give it up for your host, larry”
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