[Jay-Z]
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.. {*ad libs continue*}
[Kid Capri]
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
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
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
[Chorus 2X]: 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, write what you know
[Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that
[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
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
[Chorus] - Repeat 3x
[Jay-Z: Repeat 2x til fade]
Girls and guns, all I want
stock exchange, rocks and thangs
