Letra de '20 Bag Shorty' de JAY-Z

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

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