Rap Game feat. 50 Cent

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(Bizarre) 'The Rap Game' Hip-hop 1-0-1 The hardest 9 to 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... gheh-gheh-gheh 'The Rap Game' Motherfucker (Swifty) I'm a disruptive nigger You made me crazy You should a 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 drunk of sober You'll faint fast I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands, fuck music Is he rappin' is cool but fool don't confuse it What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it? I'm scandals I blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat that's bigger Then Godzilla's back nigga You are not real and in fact Your fruity effect of a crack dealer Y'all president sends me smack Den got a mack 10 with it So I ain't gotta rap But I'm thankful for that Don't mistaken me black Or you be stankin' in back of a fuckin' Cadillac (Eminem) I'ma get snuffed Cause I ain't said enough to pipe down I pipe down when the White House is whipped out When I see that 'lil Cheany dike get snipped out Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight Now put that in your 'lil pipe and bite down Think for a minute cause the hype has 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. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfucker, duck, what the fuck, son of a bitch Take away my gun and I'm a tuck some other shit Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switch blade with a 'lil switch to switch blades Switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade Shits like a samurai sword, a sensei Shit just don't change to this day I'm this way still 'Til I utslay itchbay Ucksay my ickday 'Scuse my igpay atinlay But uckfay a igpay (50 Cent) This Rap Game This Rap Game I ain't sellin' my soul for this Rap Game I ain't diggin' a whole for this Rap Game Man I'm tellin' ya, no it ain't happenin' This Rap Game This Rap Game I ain't sellin' my soul for this Rap Game I ain't diggin' a whole for this Rap Game This Rap Game This Rap Game (Kon Artis) I bet you rather me Drink and drown in my own iniquity But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til you all get sick of me And clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me I'm hittin' a rock next, fuck a dogg who sickin' me I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know and quit playin' If I'm broke then I'm brakin' open the place where you layin' You know, same shit every nigga done in his life I lived it, that's why I speak on what 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 mean we ain't buyin' on what they say is wack (Kuniva) I walk in the party and just start bustin' Right after I hear the last verse, I'm self-destruction This liquor make me wanna blast the chrome To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome I'm low down and shifty, quickly, called Swifty To do a drive by on a 10-speed with "50" You feelin' lucky? Squeeze I catch you outside of Chucky Cheese Well, just see, who be an unlucky G My life style is unstable, a partyin' attic They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a matic Coughin' ecstatic, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit Popin' a tablet, and guns that saw you in half (50 Cent) Believe me We run this rap shit fo shizzie Make makin' millions look easy Every where ya turn you see me You hear me Believe me For ya see my pistol in 3-D No time to call a peace treaty Dial 9-1-1 cause you need de Police to help you, believe me (Proof) I snatch the tongue from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd These street niggas twistin' my words We finally could Say goodbye to Hollywood Cause Proof and Shaun Share nuttin' in common The nastiest band With gats in each hand We never bomb down to be a flash and a pan No remorse Fuck you stature, dogg Nuttin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all Put your jaw on the ground With the 4 and a pound I'm goin' out of town For the long come around So we can battle with raps So we can battle with gats Matter fact, we can battle with plaques (50 Cent) This Rap Game (Bizarre) I'm too fuckin' retarded I don't give a fuck about my dick That's why I'm datin' Loraina Bobbet My crew had an argument Who was the largest Now they all is dead And I'm rollin' 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 stoned in the snow With no where to go Freezin' 20 below Forced to join bail tip Dafoe My little girl, she shouldn't be listenin' to these lyrics That's why I glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks (hahhaha) 50, sing the hook (50 Cent) This Rap Game This Rap Game I ain't sellin' my soul for this Rap Game I ain't diggin' a whole for this Rap Game Man I'm tellin' ya, no it ain't happenin' This Rap Game This Rap Game I ain't sellin' my soul for this Rap Game I ain't diggin' a whole for this Rap Game This Rap Game This Rap Game