Rap Game

[Intro: 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, motha fucka [Swift] I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You should've slayed me as a baby Behaving shadier than Wes Craven And you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop yo' ass Your neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rapping? 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'll feel the effects Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents sends me smack And 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'll be stanking in the back of a fucking Cadillac [Eminem] I'ma get snuffed, cause I ain't said enough to pipe down I pipe down, when the {White House} gets wiped out When I see that little {Cheney} dyke get sniped out Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!) Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down Think for a minute cause 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 Motherfucker 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, a sensei! Shit just don't change to this day I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay But uck-fay you ig-pay (FIFTY!!!!) [Hook : 50 Cent] This rap game, this rap game I ain't selling my soul for this rap game And I ain't digging no hole for this rap game Man, I'm telling you, no it ain't happening This rap game, this rap game I ain't selling my soul for this rap game I ain't digging no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game [Kon Artis] I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity But fuck that I'mma rap until y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nut sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm saying you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playing If I'm broke, then I'm breaking up in the place where you laying 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? Okay, 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 busting 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 You're feeling lucky? Squeeze I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese With ya seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable: a partying addict They said no fighting in the club so I brought me a 'matic Coughing the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit Popping the tablet and guns that saw you in half with [Bridge: 50 Cent] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo' sheezy Make making 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 cause 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 twisting my words We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood" Cause Proof and Shyne man shit nothing in common The nastiest band with gats in each hand We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse, fuck your stature dog Nothing 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 [Bizarre] (This rap game) I'm too fucking retarded I don't give a fuck about my dick, that's why I'm dating Lorena Bobbitt 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 according to this contract I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go Freezing 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 starting a group with Garth Brooks Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook [Hook]