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Artist/Band:
Jay
Lyrics for Song: 20 Bag Shorty
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Jay
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 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
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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
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