Can`t Get With That

[Jay=Z]<br>Yeah!!<br>Check it, check it out<br>Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat<br><br>Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)<br><br>I can`t get with that<br>I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down<br>More than a fluke, I`m regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now<br>With so many niggas that`s biting it`s harder to detect who I be<br>Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z<br>Original rap, I`m makin it slap, I`m hemmin it up like that<br>Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it back<br>I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack<br>Don`t ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back<br>Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever<br>I suggest the Ex-Lax and that`ll get your shit together<br>I give you a snotty nose from body blows<br>Nobody`s safe at a party even Gotti goes adios<br>I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours<br>One verse and it`s a hearse, I played and I slayed yours<br>Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it<br>No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>The next, player, never get no rest, you`re livin with stress<br>Cause just around the corner beez the best player<br>You`re fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth<br>You better blow that shhhiiitt out<br>The Jigga`s back, you brothers are flat<br>I`ll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that?<br>You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw<br>You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me<br>Although these cats are wettin my style, I`m still thristy<br>And we all gotta fall off, but you first G<br>I`ll be the last, it`ll be a, cold day in hell <br>before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass<br>We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6<br>While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits<br>Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out<br>Brothers who don`t have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Ha-hah<br>This how we do<br>All year round, this is how it goes down<br>Now check it out<br><br>I don`t kick it I punt it, I`m so wicked you want it?<br>My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds<br>So I bought a money machine and it goes<br>A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough<br>How many styles I gotta kick to prove I`m def?<br>I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath<br>You can`t see this, ask this nigga Dash<br>Now he don`t count cause I`m makin him mad rich<br>This nigga`s nothin but the truth<br>Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so<br>my thing is tight, can`t slip, gotta grip<br>like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I`m a-iight<br>I ain`t checkin for you `less you my peoples<br>And just in case you didn`t know peep the -- steelo<br>It goes, one dime for your mind<br>Two bone crushers for your spine<br>Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine<br><br>Chorus: repeat 2X<br><br>Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five<br>with a little help along, c`mon<br>Sacue Money defintly repesentin<br>Big Jaz in the house<br>Superman production type shit