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Rap Game Lyrics

(feat. 50 Cent)

 [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 Day and Jerome (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