Can't Get With That - Jay-Z

[Jay-Z] 
Yeah!! 
Check it check it out 
Uhhh haha gotta keep it fat 

Chorus: Jay Z (repeat 2X) 

I can't get with that 
I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this 

[Jay-Z] 
Straight to the track my lyrics is phat I rip it the hell down 
More than a fluke I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what now 
With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be 
Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z 
Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that 
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it back 
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack 
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back 
Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever 
I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together 
I give you a snotty nose from body blows 
Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios 
I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours 
One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours 
Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it 
No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha 

Chorus 

[Jay-Z] 
The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress 
Cause just around the corner beez the best player 
You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth 
You better blow that shhhiiitt out 
The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat 
I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that? 
You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw 
You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me 
Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy 
And we all gotta fall off, but you first G 
I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell 
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass 
We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6 
While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits 
Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out 
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh 

Chorus 

[Jay-Z] 
Ha-hah 
This how we do 
All year round, this is how it goes down 
Now check it out 

I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it? 
My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds 
So I bought a money machine and it goes 
A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough 
How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def? 
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath 
You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash 
Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich 
This nigga's nothin but the truth 
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so 
my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip 
like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight 
I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples 
And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo 
It goes, one dime for your mind 
Two bone crushers for your spine 
Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine 

Chorus: repeat 2X 

Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five 
with a little help along, c'mon 
Sacue Money defintly repesentin 
Big Jaz in the house 
Superman production type shit