It’s Good lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Intro: John Miles]
You who are rich and whose troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price the crown of a king on his throne
When you’re chained in the dark all alone?

[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 f*ck around
I just felt they needed me so I stuck around
Feds got my man, sh*t 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 pushin' 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 bargainin' on cocaine
So in other words, n*gga, do your thing

[Verse 2: Drake]
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you n*ggas
Who don't have your heart in your rap sh*t
And got too f*ckin' comfy
'Cause we still f*ckin' hungry, Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, f*ckin' faded, aw yeah I'm f*ckin' faded
They tellin’ lies about me, aw yeah, I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad b*tches workin’ in that sh*t hole
Three 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 n*gga out
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, stop playin', I ain't with that bullsh*t
n*ggas act like b*tches, Sheneneh, 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 b*tch
Brand new pus*y, pus*y good as baby powder
Two Glock .40's, n*gga, you got 80 problems
Swimmin’ in the money, I'ma need some f*ckin' goggles
It's better to give, but we don't give a f*ck about 'em
I just came home, sh*t done got real, ho
Lil' Weezyana, the boot n*gga, steel 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 b*tch, get that "how-much-you-love-your-lady" money
I know you fake, n*gga, press your brakes, n*gga
I’ll take you out, that’s a date, n*gga
I'm a grown-ass Blood, stop playin' with me
Play as*h*le and get an ass whippin’
I think you pus*y cat, ha, Hello Kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay 'em down, Tempurpedic
This sh*ts a game of chess, you n*ggas think it's cleavage
Its Young Money, yeah, tis the season
I give you the business, b*tch this a business meetin'
My n*ggas hungry, my b*tches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
n*gga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop-pop-potato salad
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