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Lil Wayne
It's Good
Lyrics
(Feat. Jadakiss & Drake)

[Jadakiss]
Ifm as real as they come, I follow the rules
Ifm still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I donft f-ck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, sh*t 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fm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I donft 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 ni**a, do your thing

[Drake]
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
Hefs just angry at you ni**as 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f lies about me, aww yeah i mustfve made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bit**es workinf in that sh*t 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 ni**a out

[Lil Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Waynefs World, and yfall 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Œs, ni**a you got 80 problems
Swimminf in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck about eem
I just came home, sh*t then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot ni**a, steal toe
I aint workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin fbout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that ehow much you love your ladyf money
I know you fake ni**a, press your brakes ni**a
Ifll take you out, thatfs a date ni**a
Im a grown a** blood, stop playin with me
Play a**hole and get an a** whippinf
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 ni**as think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah ftis the season
I give you the business, b***h this a business meeting
My ni**as hungry, my bit**es 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