Jay-zIt's Like That

Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y'all Uhh, watch this y'all C'mon, Jigga, watch this y'all C'mon, Roc-A-Fella y'all.. It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, it's Jay-Z and Kid Capri Cause I'm like that yo! I'm really like that As a young'un dumbin, gun in the waist Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain And had to numb it with base Couldn't drink the Henny straight, I needed somethin to chase Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to waste Life's like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past I vowed to never stop winnin, 'til the earth stop spinnin Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not rememberin My motto is simply I will not lose Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks 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, been one 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 a, nigga I'm comin with the razors Still flashin ya shit, try to pass me in a six Type classy on the wrists, every bit of 30 karats This is, not a game this is not why I came May these words find a spot on your brain and burn Then I recycle my life I shall return How tight is your flow? Cause I'm like that yo How right is your dough? Cause I'm like that yo How white is your blow? Cause I'm like that yo Only, write what you know Cause I'm like that How tight is your flow? Cause I'm like that yo How right is your dough? Cause I'm like that yo How white is your blow? Cause I'm like that yo Only, write what you know Cause I'm like that I'm a hop skip and a jump from grippin the pump Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps I'm a motherfuckin problem, is this what you want? Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba in reefer paper I hate the ones that blow up ya beeper Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas Impregnate 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, why I don't fuck with you all I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks But, other than that, I don't be fuckin with cats Just me Ty and B.I., thug it like that E, Dame and Biggs, what's fuckin with that? Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for that Other than a couple of slugs in ya back [huh huh] Rappers y'all, runnin around like I won't gun ya down Last nigga that fronted, two shots spun him around Lord, accept this offerin here's somethin for your crown I admit no malice, I just met his challenge and won How tight is your flow? Cause I'm like that yo How right is your dough? Cause I'm like that yo How white is your blow? Cause I'm like that yo Only, write what you know Cause I'm like that How tight is your flow? Cause I'm like that yo How right is your dough? Cause I'm like that yo How white is your blow? Cause I'm like that yo Only, write what you know Cause I'm like that How tight is your flow? Cause I'm like that yo How right is your dough? Cause I'm like that yo How white is your blow? Cause I'm like that yo Only, write what you know Cause I'm like that Girls and guns, all I want stock exchange, rocks and thangs Girls and guns, all I want stock exchange, rocks and thangs
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