It's Like That - Kid Capri, 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.

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

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

: Female voice and Jay-Z

How tight is your flow?

Cause I’m like that yo How right is your dough?

Cause I’m like that yo How white is your blow?

Cause I’m like that yo Only, write what you know

Cause I’m like that

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

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

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

— Repeat 3x

Girls and guns, all I want

stock exchange, rocks and thangs