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Lyric It 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