[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
 I’m as real as they come, I follow the rules
 I’m still in the hood but I probably should move
 Made enough money, I don’t f-ck around
 I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
 Feds got my man, shit is real son
 Cause my god son just became my real son
 Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
 You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
 Kush in the air, I’m pushing the gears
 Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
 If it aint right, I don’t sign the deal
 Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
 Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope game
 Aint no collective bargaining on cocaine
 So in other words nigga, do your thing

[Verse 2: Drake]
 Mind in one place, heart in another
 Please pardon my brother
 He’s just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit
 And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
 Young Money, got the munchies
 Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
 They tellin’ lies about me, aww yeah i must’ve made it
 Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
 But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shit hole
 Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major
 So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
 Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out
 And then November came, they let my nigga out

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
 Stop playin, I aint with that bullshit
 Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
 This is Wayne’s World, and y’all are just some tourists
 Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
 Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder
 Two glock 40′s, nigga you got 80 problems
 Swimmin’ in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
 Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck about ‘em
 I just came home, shit then got real hoe
 Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe
 I aint workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
 I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
 Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money
 Kidnap your bitch, get that ‘how much you love your lady’ money
 I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
 I’ll take you out, that’s a date nigga
 Im a grown ass blood, stop playin with me
 Play asshole and get an ass whippin’
 I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
 I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
 I lay em down, tempur-pedic
 This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
 Its young money, yeah ’tis the season
 I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
 My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
 Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
 Nigga, Im straight, my girl a faggot
 Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad
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			     Thanks to Adrina