Yeah, un huh, watch this why'all, come on,watch this why'all, Jigga
Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea !
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
Verse 2: Jay-Z
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
Inpregnate the world when I "cum" 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, 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 ?
why'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that
Other then a couple slugs in ya back,
Rappers why'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
Chorus : Repeat 3x
: Repeat 2x til fade
Girls and guns, all i want
stock exchange, rocks and thangs