[Verse 1 - Jadakiss] I’m 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 fuck around I just felt they needed me so I stuck around Feds got my man, shit is real son Cause my godson 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 ain't right, I don’t sign the deal Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the dope game Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine So in other words nigga, do your thang
[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 fuckin comfy, cause we still fuckin hungry Young Money, got the munchies Faded, fuckin faded, aww yeah im fuckin 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 Three visits later, I went and did it major So fuck 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 ain't 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 pussy, pussy good as baby powder Two Glock 40′s, nigga you got 80 problems Swimmin’ in the money, I'mma need some f-ckin goggles Its better to give, but we dont give a fuck about ‘em I just came home, shit then got real ho Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe I ain't workin with a full deck but I deal ho 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 saladTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
