| Lyrics: | by D-12 / 50 Cent
The Rap Game,
Hip hop 101,
The hardest 9 ta 5 you will ever
have,
you can't learn this shit in no history book,
you ready to rap
motherfucker,
you ready to sell your soul,
Ha,ha,ha,ha,
The rap game
motherfucker...
Verse 1
I'm like this rufted nigga, you made me
crazy,
you should have slaved me as a baby,
behavin shadier the Wes Craven,
and you
aint even gotta pay me,
I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily,
you face me, fuck its
over, you think fast,
i'm never fucked up to where I cant whip your ass,
your neck will
get snaped with bare hands,
fuck you, they say rappin is cool,
but fool just dont confuse
it,
what happens is you's get rude and then I loose it,
i'm scatless (??), I blow your two
ears off the atless,
with a gat thats bigger then godzilla back nigga,
you are not
will'in, in fact, your through to ya factered (??),
a crack dealer, your president sends me
smack
and got a mac 10 with it so I aint gotta rap,
i'm thankfull for that, dont mistaken
me black,
or you'll be stinkin in the back of a fuckin cadalak...
(Eminem)
I'm
a get snuffed cause I aint said enough to pipe down,
I pipe down when the fuckin (Blanked)
whipped out,
when I see that little (Blanked) dyke get sniped out,
lights out bitch,
odioss, goodnight (Blowe)
now put that in your little pipe and whipe down,
think for a
minute cause the hype had died down,
that I wont go up in the oval office right now,
and
flip whatever aint tied down upside down,
i'm all for America, fuck the government,
tell
that seat of laws, tell that slut ta suck a dick,
motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a
bitch,
take away my gun, i'm gonna talk some other shit,
cant tell me shit about the
tricks of this trade,
switch blade with a little switch to switch blades
and switch from a
6 to a 16 inch blade,
the shits like a samari sword, a censay,
shit just dont change ta
this day,
i'm this way still tell that ut-slay its-bay,
i'm a say my ick-day, choose my
ick-pay,
addenlay, but uck-fay, ick-kay...
CHORUS 1
(Eminem)
this
rap game, this rap game,
I aint sell'in my soul for this rap game,
now I aint digg'in no
hole for this rap game,
but i'm tellin ya no it aint happenin..
this rap game, this
rap game,
I aint sell'in my soul for this rap game,
I aint digg'in no hole for this rap
game,
this rap game, this rap game...
Verse 2
I bet ya lovin me (??),
drink and drown in my own iniquity,
but fuck that, i'm gonna rap till yall get sick of
me,
and clutch my last sack, its been all who big on me,
i'm pickin a rot mix, fuck the
dog who single me,
i'm saying you motherfuckers, dont know'ith, who playin,
if i'm broke,
then i'm brakin open the place where you layin,
you know, same she every nigga done in his
life,
I livin this why (??), speak long (??), what I blow when I write,
so why, should I,
ever fear another man, if he bleed like I bleed,
take a piss when he stand, ok you win, you can
say we cant rap
but no shots (??), never me (??), you never (??), and I dont wanna
(??),
when they say it was wack...
I walk in the party and just start
bustin,
right after I hear the last verse of self destruction,
this liquer makes me wanna
blast the chrome,
to let you know that time without morse dangerom (??), (nigga)
I low
down and shifty, quickly call swifty,
to do a drive-by on the ten speed with fifty,
you
feelin lucky squeeze, I catch you outside of chucky cheese,
with you see (??) who be 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 nigga's call me a rabbit,
pop in the tavern and
guns are so just irratic...
CHORUS 2
believe me, we run this rap shit
forchezy,
make makin millions look easy,
everywhere you turn you see me,
you hear
me..
believe me, you see my pistol and three dead,
no time to call the peace
treaty,
dial 911 cause you need the...,
police to help you, believe me,
Verse
3
I haft to tunnel from the side walk and piss on the curve,
this is obserde, these
street nigga's twistin my words,
we finally could say goodbye to Hollywood,
cause boots
and shine pants, is nothin in commin,
the nasty been with gasoline cans (??),
we never bow
down to be a flashin a pig (??),
no one must, fuck this statue dawg,
nothin to do
with hands when I clap with yall,
put your job on the ground (??), then the dog in the pound
(??),
then i'm goin out of town, for the law come around,
so we can battle with raps, we
can battle gats,
matter a fact we can battle with placks,
(Eminem)
This
rap game
(Bizarre)
i'm too fuckin retarted, I dont give a fuck about my
dick,
thats why i'm date'in Raymond Bobbet,
my crew had a arguement who was the
largest,
now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist,
plus I made the beat to all the
raps,
well I really didnt but I did according to this contract,
I was thrown in the snow
with no where to go,
freezin 20 below forced to join, bail shit, then blow (??),
my little
girl, she should'nt listen to these lyrics,
thats why I glued here headphones to her
ears,
to make sure she hear it,
if rap don't work i'm startin a group with Garth
Brooks,
Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha
this aint the hook... (??)
CHORUS 1 |
