Name: 20 Bag Shorty ft. Gotti, Frody, & niela
Duration: 5 min 1 s
Description: Слушайте песню 20 Bag Shorty ft. Gotti, Frody, & niela - JAY-Z онлайн с альбома The Projects Presents: Balhers Forever в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:01. Год выхода - 2010

The Projects Presents: Balhers Forever

Smith Brothers (Trigga The Gambler

Smooth Da Hustla

Real Live

One Way

Bezelled Out

M O P

Hill Top Flava

Aaron Hall

Christopher Wallace

Why You Tryin To Play Me

Craig Mack

Mack Come Thru

Big Nastee

Mobb Teller

Ike Dirty

Dirty Dirty Dirty

Devils Own

Aquarius ft. Niela & Pavarapti

Bizarre

Trife Theives ft. Slim Shady & Fuzz

The Odd Couple

Nut Cracker

Gant

JAY-Z

No Money

Teflon

Bahlers

Alpo

Tone Capone

Documentary Interviews

20 Bag Shorty ft. Gotti, Frody, & niela

Hip-Hop

Yo, man, I'm tryna make niggas know, you understand?

Yo, yo, these niggas know, man, how you used to keep that bike up in the air, man

(Oh, that DSSR1100, yeah, when, when capsole on them bicycle I was hittin' it 11000 to 'em)

(From corners to-, from corners to corners)

(From-, from a hundred-, from a hundred street to 125)

(Keeping that b-, front wheel up above the ground, it was fun)

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 (uh-huh)

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 (uh)

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

Cream is cherry vanilla, got chicks in the telly

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

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

Got a 20 cart shorty, better play that shit

You owe me 20, baby, better pay that shit

They said I wasn't seeing 20, but I made that shit

Got a 20 cart, shorty, better play that shit

They said I wasn't seeing 20, but I made that shit (yo)

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

Smoke a L for stress, countin' dirt bag lex

Puff for now, dunn, East Side, represent with tons of guns

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

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

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

Anything but the main gun, I don't trust 'em

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" (stop)

Opposite the black-class hooke,r 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'

My brew don't becomin' a preach, I be blessin'

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

Know the bro gon' flow even if it cross shorts

Fuck weed, cop, coke, 'cause the shit cost more

But when I take it off and such, they say I lost my touch

Dumb bunnies with they cunnin' little glare

Shorty let me see the tail if it's really that shittin'

She hit me with a felion, a young pair kitten

My boy hit that shit, now everybody smitten

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

Слушайте песню 20 Bag Shorty ft. Gotti, Frody, & niela - JAY-Z онлайн с альбома The Projects Presents: Balhers Forever в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:01. Год выхода - 2010

20 Bag Shorty ft. Gotti, Frody, & niela

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