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[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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