It's Like That
    (专辑: 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)