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Rap Game

[Bizarre]

The rap game, hip hop 101

The hardest nine to five you'll ever have

You can't learn this shit in no history book

You ready to rap motherfucker?

You ready to sell your soul? hahaha

The rap game will fuck you up



[Swifty McVay]

I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy

You shoulda slayed me as a baby

Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven

And you ain't even gotta pay me

I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily

You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast

I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass

You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music

Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it

What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it

I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas

With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga

You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects

Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since he smacked

And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap

But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black

Cuz you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac



[Eminem]

I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down

I pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped out

When I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped out

Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!)

Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down

Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down

That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now

And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down

I'm all for America, fuck the government

Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick

Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch

Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit

Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade

Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades

And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade

Shit's like a samurai sword or sensai

Shit just don't change to this day

I'm this way, still tell that utsl-ay itchb-ay

Ucks-ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ay

But uckf-ay you igp-ay



[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]

This rap game, this rap game

I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game

And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game

Man, I'm tellin' you, no it ain't happening

This rap game, this rap game

I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game

I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game

This rap game, this rap game



[Kon Artist]

I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity

But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me

And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me

A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me

I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'

If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'

You know, same shit every nigga done in his life

I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write

So why should I ever fear another man

If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?

OK, you win, you can say we can't rap

But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack



[Kuniva]

I walk in that party and just start bussin' {*gunshots and screaming*}

Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"

This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome

To let you know the time without Morris Dangerome (nigga)

I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty

To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50

Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze

I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese

With ya seed, you be an unlucky G

My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict

They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic

Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit

Poppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half



[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]

Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy

Make makin' millions look easy

Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me

Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D

No time to call a peace treaty

Dial 911 cuz you need the- police to help you believe me



[Proof]

I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb

This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words

We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"

Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common

The nastiest band with gas in each hand

We never bow down to be a flash in the pan

No remorse, fuck ya stature dog

Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all

Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound

Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around

So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats

Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)



[Bizarre]

I'm too fuckin' retarded

I don't give a fuck about my dick

That's why I'm datin' Lorraina Bobbet

My crew had an argument, who was the largest

Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist

Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps

Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract

I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go

Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe

My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics

That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it

If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks

Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook



[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]

This rap game, this rap game

I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game

And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game

Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening

This rap game, this rap game

I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game

I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game

This rap game, this rap game

50 cent

Rap Game / 50 cent

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