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JAY-Z lyrics : "20 Bag Shorty"

(feat. Boo & Gotti)

[Jay-Z]

No more reason I gotta prove to be da illest MC
Somthing's wrong wit ya motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me
I'm who you see musically when you want it done hot

Comparin' you to me is a lesson in futility stop
I paint pictures beautifully but ^!$$%z is near sighted
Don't worry about plagerist it'll take em years to bite it

Which the greatest fears I don't write it
It just appears outta nowhere like the information contain by the physic
Like it or not I pay dues and expect to be paid back

Why da $#&@ should I freestyle I'm gettin paid to rap
I sling a track laid back almost till it's a sin
Tell ya god somebody's doin a good job impersonatin' him

J-Hova spittin game from da range rover
What tha $#&@ is y'all 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 y'all

Y'all know da style burn da town
Down and change the locale I'm doin da same %#@! except its legit


[Chorus: x2]
Got a twenty cart shorty better play that %#@!
You owe me twenty baby better pay that %#@!

Got twenty bag son better blaze that %#@!
They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made dat %#@!


[Gotti]
Pimp Gotti get da dues in them double down
Like them kids with tips who tops down

Bricks who get money quick see me
representin bomb city on da bill block rockin' mic's
Before they get a mill I sold pills all night

The illest outta life got my mind on fate
Cause even on tour ^!$$% still ain't 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
You keep it real where you from
Cause where you at might put da dagger in yo back

Its like livin wit yo homey that be on crack
And fact my ^!$$%z know my styles phat like hoes in da El Dorado
My mind toatin $#&@ em duck em

Any thing but da main gun I don't trust em

[Chorus]


[Boo]
Move wit da ^!$$% huh from man chilla

Burge %#@! word %#@! I slpurge big scrilla
Observe when you work spit bird %#@! killah
Not to be purterb with...herb %#@! deala

Can make me feel y'all foreal ya tock ticking
Bust a rapper bust a cap hustler stop flinching
You fresh off the corner calling dog %#@! brog %#@!

Soon as you feel that sog %#@! you be like oh %#@! (stoooooop)
Broke ^!$$%z resort the glass looking
Opposite the track $$# whooping

Opposite the black class hooker the fat $$# fooker
Triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker
The past ain't never the last to teach lessons

My peeps $#&@ing up in the streets keep guessing
Brew don't 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
$#&@ weed cop !@%!e cause da %#@! cost more
But ^!$$%z say I floss to much

but when I take it off and such they say I lost my touch
Those (*##$es 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 %#@!tin
She hit me with a felion a young pair kitten

My boy hit that %#@! now every body smitten
Even holdin snow balls and I ain't talkin bout mittens
what I talkin bout mittens foreal

[Chorus]

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