JAY-Z, Kid Capri - It's Like That lyrics

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

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 somethin to chase
Nowadays I throw shots back
Leavin' nothin' 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 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 await's a
Nigga I'm comin' with the razors
Still flashin' ya 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

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)

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 digit's 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 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 ya 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

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

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?
I'm whole another level, we can put it on
You know jigga, Kid Capri yo
Soundtrack to the streets, nigga, huh
'Cause I'm like that y'all, ya heard?
Holla back, bounce with me, bounce
Girls and guns (uh huh) , all I want (bounce)
(Bounce with me, come on, bounce)
Stock exchange
(uh huh) , rocks and thangs (bounce, Jigga
Haha) girls and guns
(Kid Capri shit, huh) , all I want
(What's fuckin' with that?) stock exchange
(like that yo) , rocks and thangs
(I'm just like that yo)