Jay-Z 20 bag Shorty Lyrics:
JAY-Z: no more reasonable doubt im provin to be da
illest MC somthing wrong wit ya motor skills cause
yall aint movin me im who u see musically when u
want it done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity
stop i paint pictures beatufully but niggaz is
near sighted dont worry about plageris it'll take
em years to bite it which the greatest fears i
dont write it it just appears outta no where like
da information contain by the phycic like it or
not i pay dues and expect to be paid back why da
fuck should i freestyle im gettin paid to rap i
slang a track laid back almost till its a sin tell
ya god somebody's doin a good job impersonatin him
J-Hova spittin game from da range rover what da
fuck is yall doin in da third lane get over slow
ya rode up i got it sewed up like a tella
relatively easy like jerry hella cream is cherry
vanilla got chicks in da telli belly up soundin
like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da style
burn da town down and change the locale im doin da
same shit except its legit

CHORUS:X2 got a twenty cart shorty better play dat
shit you owe me twenty baby better pay dat shit
got twenty bag son better blaze dat shit they said
i wasn't seeing twenty but i made dat shit

GOTTI: pimp gotti get da dues in them double down
like them kids wit tips who tops down bricks who
get money quick see me representin bomb city on da
bill block and mic before they get a mill i sold
pills all night the illest outta life got my mind
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on fate cause even im tour nigga still aint safe i
keep a tre eight on my left smoke a L for stress
countin dirt bag lex i be da X like malcom puff
for now dunn east side represent wit tons of guns
u keep it real where u from cause where u at might
put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo
homey dat be on crack and fat my niggas know my
styles phat like hoes in da L Darodo my mine
toatin fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i
dont trust em

CHORUS:X2

????: move wit da nigga huh frum man chilla burge
shit word shit i slpurge big scrilla observe when
you work spit bird shit killah not to be purterb
with herb shit deala can make me feel yall foreal
ya tock ticking bust a rapper bust a cap hustler
stop flinching you fresh off the corner calling
dog shit brog shit soon as you feel that sog shit
you be like oh shit broke niggas resort the glass
looking opposite the track ass whooping opposite
the black class hooker the fat ass fooker triple
your cash criple your stash pass shooker the past
aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps
fucking up in the streets keep guessing my brew
dont becomming a preach i be blessing lotta kids
commmin out da wrong way like sea sections know da
bro gone flow even if it cross shorts fuck weed
cop coke cause da shit cost more but niggas say i
floss to much but when i take it off and such they
say i lost my touch those bitches like the money i
wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies
with they cunnin little glare shorty let me see
the tail if its really that shittin she hit me
with a felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that
shit now every body splittin even holdin snow
balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i talkin
bout mittens foreal snowballs

CHORUS:X2
Lyrics: 20 bag Shorty, Jay-Z [end]