Lirik Lagu Rap Game - D-12 F/ 50 Cent
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[Bizarre]The rap game, hip hop 101The hardest nine to five you'll ever haveYou can't learn this shit in no history bookYou ready to rap motherfucker?You ready to sell your soul? hahahaThe rap game will fuck you up
[Swifty McVay]I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazyYou shoulda slayed me as a babyBehavin' shadier than Wes CravenAnd you ain't even gotta pay meI take pleasure of layin' a nigga down dailyYou face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fastI've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya assYou'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck musicIs he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse itWhat happens: these dudes get rude then I lose itI'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlasWith a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back niggaYou are not realer, in fact you're feel the effectsOf a crack dealer, y'all presidents since he smackedAnd got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rapBut I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me blackCuz you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
[Eminem]I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe downI pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped outWhen I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped outLights out, bitch adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!)Now put that in ya little pipe and bite downThink for a minute cuz the hype just died downThat I won't go up in the Oval Office right nowAnd flip whatever ain't tied down upside downI'm all for America, fuck the governmentTell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dickMotherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitchTake away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shitCan't tell me shit about the tricks of this tradeSwitchblade, with a little switch to switch bladesAnd switch from a six to a sixteen inch bladeShit's like a samurai sword or sensaiShit just don't change to this dayI'm this way, still tell that utsl-ay itchb-ayUcks-ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ayBut uckf-ay you igp-ay
[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]This rap game, this rap gameI ain't sellin' my soul for this rap gameAnd I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap gameMan, I'm tellin' you, no it ain't happeningThis rap game, this rap gameI ain't sellin' my soul for this rap gameI ain't diggin' no hole for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game
[Kon Artist]I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequityBut fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of meAnd clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at meA pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on meI'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 lifeI look at this, why speak on when I want when I writeSo why should I ever fear another manIf he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?OK, you win, you can say we can't rapBut no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack
[Kuniva]I walk in that party and just start bussin' {*gunshots and screaming*}Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"This liquor makes me wanna blast the chromeTo let you know the time without Morris Dangerome (nigga)I'm low down and shifty, quickly call SwiftyTo do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50Ya feelin' lucky? SqueezeI catch you outside of Chuckie CheeseWith ya seed, you be an unlucky GMy lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addictThey said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'maticCoughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbitPoppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half
[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezyMake makin' millions look easyEverywhere you turn you see me, you hear meBelieve me, before you see my pistol in 3-DNo time to call a peace treatyDial 911 cuz you need the- police to help you believe me
[Proof]I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curbThis is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my wordsWe finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in commonThe nastiest band with gas in each handWe never bow down to be a flash in the panNo remorse, fuck ya stature dogNothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'allPut your jaw on the ground with the four and the poundThen I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come aroundSo we can battle with raps, we can battle with gatsMatter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)
[Bizarre]I'm too fuckin' retardedI don't give a fuck about my dickThat's why I'm datin' Lorraina BobbetMy crew had an argument, who was the largestNow they all is dead and I roll as a solo artistPlus I made all the beats and wrote all the rapsWell I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contractI was thrown in the snow with nowhere to goFreezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv DevoeMy little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyricsThat's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear itIf rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth BrooksHahahaha, 50 sing the hook
[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]This rap game, this rap gameI ain't sellin' my soul for this rap gameAnd I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap gameMan, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happeningThis rap game, this rap gameI ain't sellin' my soul for this rap gameI ain't diggin' no hole for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game
[Swifty McVay]I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazyYou shoulda slayed me as a babyBehavin' shadier than Wes CravenAnd you ain't even gotta pay meI take pleasure of layin' a nigga down dailyYou face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fastI've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya assYou'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck musicIs he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse itWhat happens: these dudes get rude then I lose itI'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlasWith a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back niggaYou are not realer, in fact you're feel the effectsOf a crack dealer, y'all presidents since he smackedAnd got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rapBut I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me blackCuz you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
[Eminem]I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe downI pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped outWhen I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped outLights out, bitch adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!)Now put that in ya little pipe and bite downThink for a minute cuz the hype just died downThat I won't go up in the Oval Office right nowAnd flip whatever ain't tied down upside downI'm all for America, fuck the governmentTell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dickMotherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitchTake away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shitCan't tell me shit about the tricks of this tradeSwitchblade, with a little switch to switch bladesAnd switch from a six to a sixteen inch bladeShit's like a samurai sword or sensaiShit just don't change to this dayI'm this way, still tell that utsl-ay itchb-ayUcks-ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ayBut uckf-ay you igp-ay
[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]This rap game, this rap gameI ain't sellin' my soul for this rap gameAnd I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap gameMan, I'm tellin' you, no it ain't happeningThis rap game, this rap gameI ain't sellin' my soul for this rap gameI ain't diggin' no hole for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game
[Kon Artist]I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequityBut fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of meAnd clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at meA pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on meI'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 lifeI look at this, why speak on when I want when I writeSo why should I ever fear another manIf he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?OK, you win, you can say we can't rapBut no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack
[Kuniva]I walk in that party and just start bussin' {*gunshots and screaming*}Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"This liquor makes me wanna blast the chromeTo let you know the time without Morris Dangerome (nigga)I'm low down and shifty, quickly call SwiftyTo do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50Ya feelin' lucky? SqueezeI catch you outside of Chuckie CheeseWith ya seed, you be an unlucky GMy lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addictThey said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'maticCoughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbitPoppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half
[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezyMake makin' millions look easyEverywhere you turn you see me, you hear meBelieve me, before you see my pistol in 3-DNo time to call a peace treatyDial 911 cuz you need the- police to help you believe me
[Proof]I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curbThis is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my wordsWe finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in commonThe nastiest band with gas in each handWe never bow down to be a flash in the panNo remorse, fuck ya stature dogNothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'allPut your jaw on the ground with the four and the poundThen I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come aroundSo we can battle with raps, we can battle with gatsMatter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)
[Bizarre]I'm too fuckin' retardedI don't give a fuck about my dickThat's why I'm datin' Lorraina BobbetMy crew had an argument, who was the largestNow they all is dead and I roll as a solo artistPlus I made all the beats and wrote all the rapsWell I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contractI was thrown in the snow with nowhere to goFreezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv DevoeMy little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyricsThat's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear itIf rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth BrooksHahahaha, 50 sing the hook
[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]This rap game, this rap gameI ain't sellin' my soul for this rap gameAnd I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap gameMan, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happeningThis rap game, this rap gameI ain't sellin' my soul for this rap gameI ain't diggin' no hole for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game
