It's Like That

[Intro: Jay-Z, Kid Capri & Both] 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 Huh! Watch this y'all It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, come on! It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, don't stop, huh-huh! 'Cause I'm like that y'all, yeah I'm really like that [Verse 1: Jay-Z] As a young'n, 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 (Uh-huh) shots back (Uh-huh), 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" (I will not lose) Abide by the block rules, I buy my Glocks used With bodies on it, let me know, anybody want it? I'm raised, irrational, ways misunderstood If you ain't live like I live, then 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' your shit, try to pass me in a six Type classy on the wrist, 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: Liz Leite (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) How tight is your flow? (Just like that yo) How right is your dough? (Just like that, huh) How white is your blow? (Uh huh, 'cause I'm like that) Only, write what you know (Watch this, yeah, watch this yo) [Verse 2: 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 your beeper 'Cause I go in deeper, I only bone divas Impregnate the world when I come 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 at X, or spit at The LOX But, other than that, I don't be fuckin' with cats Just me, Ty and B-High, 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 your back (ha ha) 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 (please) I meant no malice, I just met his challenge and won [Chorus: Liz Leite (Jay-Z)] How tight is your flow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How right is your dough? (Just like that yo) How white is your blow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) Only, write what you know (I'm just like that yo) 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 (Just like that yo) How tight is your flow? How right is your dough? How white is your blow? Only, write what you know How tight is your flow? How right is your dough? How white is your blow? Only, write what you know [Ad-libs throughout Chorus: Kid Capri & Jay-Z] Put your hands up, put your hands in the air Put your hands up, get 'em up come on! Put your hands up, get your hands in the air Put your hands up, get 'em up, everybody put 'em up come on! Get 'em up come on! You know what I'm sayin' I'm built like that, you heard? On a whole level, we can get it on, you know Jigga Kid Capri, yo Soundtrack to the streets, nigga Huh 'Cause I'm like that yo, ya heard? Holla back Bounce with me, bounce [Outro: Jay-Z] Girls and guns (uh-huh, bounce) All I want (Bounce with me, come on, bounce) Stock exchange (uh-huh, bounce) Rocks and thangs (Jigga, haha) Girls and guns (Kid Capri shit, huh) All I want (What's fuckin' with that, huh?) Stock exchange (Like that yo) Drops and thangs (I'm just like that yo)