It's Like That (Album Version|Edited)

It's Like That (Album Version|Edited) - Jay-Z/Kid Capri

Written by：D. Love

Yeah

Huhhuh

Watch this y'all

Come on

Watch this y'all

Yeah

Come on

Jigga

'Cause it's like that y'all

Watch this y'all

Come on I'm really like that

Rockafella 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 pretty like that

As a young'un dumb and 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 something to chase

Nowadays I throw shots back leavin' nothin' to waste

Life's like a treadmill niggas runnin' in place

Getting 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 ni**a I'm comin' with the razors

Still flashin' ya sh*t 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

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 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 'cause I'm like that yo

I'm a hop skip and a jump from grippin' the pump

Spittin' a couple of curse words and hittin' you chump

Sh*t I get digits in lumps

I'm a motherf**kin' 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 deeper I only bone divas

Impregnate the world when I come through your speakers ha ha

F**k 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 about to snooze off

Hatin' cause you can't turn the booze off

You dudes is too soft why I don't f**k with you all

I might bark with X or spit at The Lox

But other than that I don't be f**kin' with cats

Just me Ty and B-High thug it like that

E Dame and Biggs what's f**kin' 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 ni**a that fronted two shots spun him around

Lord accept this offerin' here's somethin' for your crown

I meant no malice I just met his challenge and won

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 yo

Put your hands up put your hands in the air

Put your hands up get 'em up come on

Put your hands up put your hands in the air

Put your hands up get 'em up everybody put 'em up come on

Get 'em up come on come on come on

Get 'em up come on come on come on

Get 'em up come on come on come on

Get 'em up come on

Put your hands up put your hands in the air

Put your hands up get 'em up come on

Put your hands up put your hands in the air

Get 'em up come on

Girls and guns bounce all I want

Bounce with me come on bounce

Stock exchange rocks and thangs bounce Jigga

Girls and guns Kid Capri sh*t

All I want who's f**kin' with that

Stock exchange I'm like that y'all

Rocks and thangs I'm just like that y'all