D12, 50 Cent - Rap Game lyrics

The rap game, hip hop 101
The hardest 9-to-5 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?
Ha ha ha ha, the rap game, motherfucker!

I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You should've 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 or sober
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 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'll blow your two kids 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 MAC-10 with it
So I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistaken me
Black or you'll be stankin' in the
Back of a fuckin' Cadillac

I'ma get snuffed
'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down
I'll pipe down when the White
House gets wiped out
When I see that little Cheney
Dyke get sniped out
Lights out, bitch, adiós, goodnight gunshot
(Ah) now put that in your 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 (50)

This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
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 happenin'
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

I bet you'd rather me drink and
Drown in my own inequity
But fuck that! I'ma rap 'til 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 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 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?
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 wack

I walk in that party and just start bustin'
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 feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of
Chuck E cheese with your seed
You be an unlucky G
My lifestyle is unstable: a partyin' addict
They said, "No fighting 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 with

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 3D
No time to call a peace treaty
Dial 911, ‘cause you need the
Police to help you believe me

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
'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

This rap game

I'm too fuckin' retarded
I don't give a fuck about my dick
That's why I'm datin' 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 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
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
Ha ha haha, 50, sing the hook!

This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
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 happenin'
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

Yeah, yeah, yeah