JAY-ZIt's Like That

[Jay-Z] Yeah, un huh, watch this y'all, come on, watch this y'all, Jigga Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea! [Kid Capri} It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z Cause I'm Like That yo! Cause I'm like that yo! [Verse One: Jay-Z] As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain And had to numb it with baste Couldn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase I needed something to chase Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nothin to waste Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past I vowed to never stop winin, 'til the earth stop spinnin Rock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot women If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not remembering, My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules, I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it? I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood, If you ain't live like I live then run with the hood I done what I could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if hell awaits ya? Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain And burn, then I recycle my life I shall return [Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z] [Woman] How tight is your flow? [Jay-Z] Cause I'm like that yo! [Woman] How right is your dough? [Jay-Z] Cause I'm like that yo! [Woman] How white is your blow? [Jay-Z] Cause I'm like that yo! [Woman] Only writers you know [Jay-Z] Cause I'm like that [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps, I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want ? Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva, And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeper Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas Inpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers [ha ha] Fuck hot my records got the fever Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up And shoes off, bout to snooze off Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats Just me tied B. I., thug it like that, me, dame and biggs What's fuckin with that? Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that Other then a couple slugs in ya back,[huh huh] Rappers y'all runnin around, like I won't gun ya down Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around Lord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one [Chorus: Repeat 3x] [Jay-Z: Repeat 2x til fade] Girls and guns, all I want Stock exchange, rocks and thangs
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