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    [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

    [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

    [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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