20 Bag Shorty

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

No more Reasonable Doubt, I've proven to be the illest MC

Something's wrong with 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 niggas is near sighted

Don't worry about plagiarism, it'll take 'em years to bite it

But ya greatest fear is I don't write it

It just appears out of nowhere

Like the information obtained by a psychic

Like it or not, I pay dues and expect to be paid back

Why the fuck should I freestyle? I'm gettin' paid to rap

I slay the track, laid back, almost 'til it's a sin

Tell ya God somebody's doin' a good job impersonatin' him

Jay-Hova, spittin' game from the Range Rover

What the fuck is y'all doin' in the third lane? GET OVER

Slow ya rotor, I got it sewed up like a tailor

Relatively easy like Jerry Heller

Cream is cherry vanilla, got chicks in the telly

Belly up, soundin' like Mahalia tryin' to tell y'all

Y'all know the style, burn the town down

And change the locale, I'm doin the same shit 'cept its legit

It's Jigga

[Chorus: Boo]

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that shit

You owe me twenty baby better pay that shit

Got twenty bag son better blaze that shit

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that shit

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that shit

You owe me twenty baby better pay that shit

Got twenty bag son better blaze that shit

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that shit

[Verse 2: Gotti]

Pimp Gotti get the dues in them double down

Like them kids with tips who tops down

Bricks who get money quick see me

Representin' bomb city on the bill block rockin' mics

Before they get a mil', I sold pills all night

The illest outta life got my mind on fate

'Cause even on tour nigga still ain't safe

I keep a tre eight on my left

Smoke a L for stress countin' dirt bag lex

I be the, X like Malcolm

Puff for now dunn east side represent with tons of guns

You keep it real where you from

'Cause where you at might put the dagger in yo' back

It's like livin' with yo homie that be on crack

In fact my niggas know my style's phat like hoes in the El Dorado

My mind totin', fuck 'em, duck 'em

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

[Chorus: Boo]

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that shit

You owe me twenty baby better pay that shit

Got twenty bag son better blaze that shit

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that shit

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that shit

You owe me twenty baby better pay that shit

Got twenty bag son better blaze that shit

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that shit

[Verse 3: Boo]

Cool with the nigga huh, fro main chilla

Berg shit, word shit, I splurge with scrilla

Observe when you work spit bird shit killer

Not to be perturbed with, herb shit dealer

Can make me feel y'all fo' real ya tock tickin'

Bust a rapper bust a cap hustler stop flinchin'

You fresh off the corner calling dog shit brog shit

Soon as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit (stoooooop)

Broke niggas resort the glass lookin'

Opposite the track ass whoopin'

Opposite the black class hooker the fat ass fooker

Triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker

The past ain't never the last to teach lessons

My peeps fuckin' up in the streets keep guessin'

Brew don't becomin' a preach I be blessin'

Lot of kids comin' out the wrong way like C-sections

Know the bro gone flow even if it cross shorts

Fuck weed cop coke 'cause the 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 smitten

Even holdin snow balls and I ain't talkin 'bout mittens

What I talkin 'bout mittens, fo' real

[Chorus: Boo]

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that shit

You owe me twenty baby better pay that shit

Got twenty bag son better blaze that shit

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that shit

Got a twenty cart shorty better play that shit

You owe me twenty baby better pay that shit

Got twenty bag son better blaze that shit

They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that shit