[Jay-Z]
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Yeah, un huh, watch this y'all, come on,watch this y'all, Jigga
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Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea !
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[Kid Capri}
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It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z
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Cause I'm Like That yo ! Cause I'm like that yo !
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Verse One: Jay-Z
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As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist
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Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain
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And had to numb it with baste
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Couldn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase
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I needed something to chase
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Nowadays I throw shots back,leavin nothin to waste
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Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place
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Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past
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I vowed to never stop winin, 'til the earth stop spinnin
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Rock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot women
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If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not remembering,
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My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules,
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I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it ?
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I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood,
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If you ain't live like I live then run with the hood
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I done what i could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still
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Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if hell awaits ya ?
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Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit
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Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist
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Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game
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This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain
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And burn, then I recycle my life
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I shall return
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Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z
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[Woman]
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How tight is your flow ?
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[Jay-Z]
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Cause I'm like that yo !
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[Woman]
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How right is your dough ?
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[Jay-Z]
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Cause I'm like that yo !
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[Woman]
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How white is your blow ?
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[Jay-Z]
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Cause I'm like that yo !
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[Woman]
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Only writers you know
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[Jay-Z]
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Cause I'm like that
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Verse 2: Jay-Z
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I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump
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Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump
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Shit, I get digits in lumps, I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want
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Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva,
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And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeper
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Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas
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Inpregnate the world when I 'cum' through your speakers [ha ha]
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Fuck hot my records got the fever
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Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up
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I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up
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And shoes off, bout to snooze off
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Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off
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You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all
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I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks
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But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats
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Just me tied B.I., thug it like that, me,dame and biggs
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What's fuckin with that ?
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Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that
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Other then a couple slugs in ya back,[huh huh]
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Rappers y'all runnin around, like I won't gun ya down
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Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around
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Lord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown
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I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one
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Chorus : Repeat 3x
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[Jay-Z]: Repeat 2x til fade
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Girls and guns, all i want
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stock exchange, rocks and thangs
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It's Like That (Feat. Kid Capri)
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| Jay-Z |
