[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 at X, and spit at the LOX

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