It's Like That

(album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - 1998)

Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y'all
Uh, 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 something to chase
Nowadays I throw shots back, leaving nothing to waste
Life's like a treadmill, niggas running in place
Getting nowhere fast, a whole year done past
I vowed to never stop winning, 'til the earth stop spinning
Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women
If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not remembering
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 awaits a, nigga I'm coming with the razors
Still flashing 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 gripping the pump
Spitting a couple of curse words, and hitting you chump
Shit, I get digits in lumps
I'm a motherfucking 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
Hating, '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 fucking with cats
Just me, Ty and B-High, thug it like that
E, Dame and Biggs, what's fucking with that?
Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that
Other than a couple of slugs in ya back (ha ha)
Rappers y'all, running around like I won't gun ya down
Last nigga that fronted, two shots spun him around
Lord, accept this offering here's something 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 saying
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?
Holler 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 things (bounce, Jigga, ha ha)
Girls and guns (Kid Capri shit, huh), all I want
(What's fucking with that?)
Stock exchange (like that yo), rocks and things
(I'm just like that yo)