JAY-Z ft. Kid Capri - It's Like That Lyrics

Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y'all (c'mon)
Uh, watch this y'all
C'mon, Jigga, watch this y'all
C'mon, Roc-A-Fella y'all
Uh, watch this y'all (it's Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)

As a youngin 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 (I will not used)
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

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, uh
How white is your blow? (Uh-huh)
'Cause I'm like that nigga (watch this)
Only, write what you know (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 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 it deeper, I only bone divas
Impregnate the world when I come 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.g, thug it like that
E, Dame and Biggs, who else 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

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

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

How tight is your flow? (Know what I'm sayin?)
(I'm built like that ya heard?) How right is your dough?
(On all levels we can get it on, you know?)
How white is your blow?
(Jigga, Kid Capri, yo) Only, write what you know

(Soundtrack for the streets nigga) How tight is your flow?
How right is your dough?
'Cause I'm like that yo, ya heard?
How white is your blow? Holla back
Only, write what you know
Bounce wit me, bounce

Girls and gun (uh-huh bounce)
All I want (bounce wit me c'mon, bounce)
Stock exchange (uh-huh bounce)
Rocks and thangs (Jigga)
Girls and guns (Kid Capri shit, huh?)
All I want (Who's fuckin' with that? Huh?)
Stock exchange (like that yo)
Rocks and thangs (I'm just like that yo)