So Good Lyrics - The Greatest Rapper Alive - Lil Wayne

[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 

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[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 

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[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