I Can't Get With That Video (MV)

Yeah
Check it, check it, check it out
Uh, uh, uh
Gotta keep it fat

I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick
Never miss, so I hit 'em like this (uh)
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick
Never miss, so I hit 'em like this (uh)

Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the f*ck down
More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin' this shit, so what now?
With so many brothers bitin' it's hard to detect who I be
Well, check out the J check out the A, check out the Y-Z
Original rap (uh), I'm makin it slap (yeah)
I'm hemmin it up like that
Stingin' it, strikin' it, swingin' it fat, bring it back
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I soon back
Better than ever, (never) never better, you better, whatever
I suggest an 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-flavor so save yours
One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours (yours)
Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it (uh, uh, uh, uh)
No need to prolong, Jigga the man, gone, I'm out

I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick
Never miss, so I hit 'em like this (uh)
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick
Never miss, so I hit 'em like this

The next nigga never get no rest, you're livin' with stress
'Cause just around the corner be's the best nigga (yeah)
You're fearin' my clout, if weed got you runnin' your mouth
You better blow that shit out
The Jigga's back, you niggas 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 nigga that rap gettin' bigger than me
Although ya niggas are wettin' my style, I'm still thirsty
And we all gotta fall off but you first, G
I'll be the last (last), it'll be a cold day in Hell
Before you see me, Sauce, and Jaz chillin' with your whack ass
We break shit (shit) and harmony like Take 6
While you niggas double pumped off the fake shit
Roc-a-fella never sell-a-out
Brothers who don't have the heart you better tell your mouth, nigga

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

I can't get with that (hit 'em, hit 'em)
I gotta keep it thick (hit 'em)
Never miss, so I hit 'em like this (hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em)
I can't get with that (hit 'em, hit 'em)
I gotta keep it thick (hit 'em)
Never miss, so I hit 'em like this

Listen, I don't kick it, I punt it
I'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue's just tired from lickin' my fingers and countin' up hundreds
So I bought a money machine and it goes
"A-tat-tit-trrr-at-tit-trrrt-at-tit-tit, get dough"
How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def?
I can even kick my, rip that shit and catch a breath
I'm nicer than a bitch, ask this nigga Dash
Now he don't count 'cause I'm makin' his ass rich
This nigga's nothin' but the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot, f*ck 'em
My shit is tight, can't slip, gotta grip
Like a pit' in a dog, fight my shit is aight
I ain't checkin' for you less you my peoples
Just in case you didn't know peep the steelo
It goes one dime for your mind
And two bone crushers for your spine
'Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine

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

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

Ha-ha, Jay-Z and Clark Kent, 1994 and forever
Big up to everybody in Brooklyn
Marcy definitely representin'
Sauce Money in the house, no question
D'shawn is definitely in the house
Money fan and all the Roc-A-Fellas be hot
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