Rap Game

[Intro: Bizarre] 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 [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] 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, and then I lose it I'm scandalous, I'll blow your two kids off the atlas (Waah, waah, waah, waah, waah!) 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] 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 (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) [Chorus: 50 Cent] 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 [Verse 3: Kon Artis] I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own iniquity 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 a 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're 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 said, "It was wack" [Verse 4: Kuniva] 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 [Bridge: 50 Cent] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo' sheezy Make makin' millions look easy (Yeah!) Everywhere you turn, you see me You hear me, believe me (Woo!) 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 [Verse 5: 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 'Cause Proof and Sean Penn, 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 [Interlude: 50 Cent] This rap game [Verse 6: Bizarre] 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-ha-ha, 50, sing the hook [Chorus: 50 Cent] 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 [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah, yeah, yeah!