JAY-Z — 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 rota, 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