It's Like That

JAY-Z

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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

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    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

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    Composición: Jay-Z

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