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It's Like That

It's Like That

JAY-Z

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Empire State Of Mind [Jay-Z + Alicia Keys] (Explicit Album Version)

The Blueprint 3 藍圖III

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Yeah, un huh, watch this y'all, uhh Watch this y'all, un huh jigga Watch this y'all, un huh, uhh Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea It's kid Capri and Jay-z, it's kid Capri and Jay-z 'Cause I'm like that yo! 'cause I'm like that yo As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain And had to numb it with baste Couldn't drink the henny straight I needed somethin' to chase I needed something to chase Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin' nothin' to waste Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin' in place Gettin' nowhere fast, a whole year done past I vowed to never stop winin', 'til the earth stop spinnin' Rock hot Lenin, 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 glock used, with bodies on it, let me know anybody want it? I'm raised, ill rational way misunderstood If you ain't live like I live then run 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 ya? Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin' ya shit Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game This isn't why I came, make 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 writers you know 'Cause I'm like that 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 writers you know Watch this yo I'm a hop, skip, a jump from rippin' the pump Spittin' a couple of curse words and hittin' you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeper 'Cause I go in ya 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 swiped 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 when I fuck with you all I might bark your ex and spit at the locks But other than that I ain't even fucking with cats Just me tied B.I. thug it like that, me, dame and biggs What's fuckin' with that? Y'all can never diss jigga, get nothing for that Other then a couple slugs in ya back Rappers y'all runnin' around like I won't gun ya down Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around Lord, except this offer here's somethin' for your crown I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, in one How tight is your flow? 'Cause I'm like that yo How right is your dough? Just I'm like that yo How white is your blow? 'Cause I'm like that yo Only writers you know 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 writers you know Just like that How tight is your flow? How right is your dough? How white is your blow? Only writers you know How tight is your flow? How right is your dough? How white is your blow? Only writers you know Girls and guns All I want Stock exchange Rocks and thangs Girls and guns All I want Stock exchange Rocks and thangs
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