D12 "Rap Game" lyrics

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Rap Game

[Intro: 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

[Swift]I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazyYou should've slayed me as a babyBehaving shadier than Wes CravenAnd you ain't even gotta pay meI take pleasure of laying a nigga down dailyYou face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fastI'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop yo' assYour neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck musicIs he rapping? 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'll feel the effectsOf a crack dealer, y'all presidents sends me smackAnd got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rapBut I'm thankful for that, don't mistaken me blackOr you'll be stanking in the back of a fucking Cadillac

[Eminem]I'ma get snuffed, cause I ain't said enough to pipe downI pipe down, when the {White House} gets wiped outWhen I see that little {Cheney} dyke get sniped outLights out, bitch adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!)Now put that in ya little pipe and bite downThink for a minute cause 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 dickMotherfucker 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, a sensei!Shit just don't change to this dayI'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bayUck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-layBut uck-fay you ig-pay (FIFTY!!!!)

[Hook : 50 Cent]This rap game, this rap gameI ain't selling my soul for this rap gameAnd I ain't digging no hole for this rap gameMan, I'm telling you, no it ain't happeningThis rap game, this rap gameI ain't selling my soul for this rap gameI ain't digging no hole for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game

[Kon Artis]I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequityBut fuck that I'mma rap until y'all all get sick of meAnd clutch my nut sack and spit all who pick at meA pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on meI'm saying you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playingIf I'm broke, then I'm breaking up in the place where you layingYou 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?Okay, 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 bussingRight after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"This liquor makes me wanna blast the chromeTo let you know "The Time" without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)I'm low down and shifty, quickly call SwiftyTo do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50You're feeling lucky? SqueezeI catch you outside of Chuck E. CheeseWith ya seed, you be an unlucky GMy lifestyle is unstable: a partying addictThey said no fighting in the club so I brought me a 'maticCoughing the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbitPopping the tablet and guns that saw you in half with

[Bridge: 50 Cent]Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo' sheezyMake making 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 cause 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 twisting my wordsWe finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"Cause Proof and Sean Pennshit nothing in commonThe nastiest band with gats in each handWe never bow down to be a flash in the panNo remorse, fuck your stature dogNothing 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

[Bizarre](This rap game) I'm too fucking retardedI don't give a fuck about my dick, that's why I'm dating Lorena BobbittMy 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 according to this contractI was thrown in the snow with nowhere to goFreezing 20 below, forced to join Bell 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 starting a group with Garth BrooksHahahaha, 50 sing the hook

[Hook]

Rap glazba

(Intro: Bizarre)Rap glazba, hip-hop borbaNajteže radno vrijeme koje ćete ikad imatiNe možete naučiti ovo sranje u knjizi iz povijestiSpreman za repanje, kretenu?Spreman prodati svoju dušu? hahahaRap glazba će te sjebati

(Swift)Ja sam poremećeni lik, učinili ste me ludimTrebali ste me rasjeći dok sam bio bebaPonašam se mračnije nego Wes Craven*I ne morate mi ni platitiUživam u svakodnevnom polaganju likova na zemljuAko se suočiš sa mnom, gotovo je, smrade, brzo ćeš iščeznutiNikad se ne mogu toliko sjebati da te nisam u stanju izmlatitiSomit ću vrat golim rukama, jebo glazbuRepa li on? To je u redu, samo se nemojte zabuniti, budaleŠto se događa: ovi likovi postanu bezobrazni i onda izgubim razumSkandalozan sam, izbrišem ljude s atlasaZvečkom većom od Godzillinih leđa, stariNisi jači, ustvari osjetit ćeš učinkeDilera cracka, svi vi predsjednici šaljete mi heroinI uz to imam pušku, pa ne moram ni repatiAli zahvalan sam za to, nemojte me zamijeniti s nekim drugimIli ćete smrdjeti na stražnjem sjedalu cadillaca, jebote

(Eminem)Urokat ću se, jer još nisam izrekao dovoljno da spustim luluSpustit ću lulu kad raščiste (Bijelu kuću)Kad vidim da su koknuli tu malu lezbijku (Cheney)*Svjetla se gase, zbogom kučko, laku noć (*pucanj*) (AAA!)Sad stavi tu lulicu u usta i zagriziPromisli malo jer je pompa upravo zamrlaPa zato neću sada otići u Ovalni ured*I prevrnuti sve što nije pričvršćenoJa sam tu za Ameriku, jebo vladuRecite toj kurvi C. Deloris Tucker* da popuši kuracKreten se sagnuo, koji kurac? Kurvin sinOduzeli su mi pištoj, nosit ću neko drugo sranjeNe možete mi reći ni kurca o trikovima te trgovineOštrica, s malom sklopkom za mijenjanje oštricaDa mogu povećati oštricu s 6 na 16 inčaStvar je kao samurajski mač, ja sam sensei!Sranje se nije promijenilo do današnjeg danaJa sam ovakav, i dalje govorim toj ljastojdro vetinikurDa mi pušipo racku, prostiteo na stotamaproAli biseje, njosvi (FIFTY!)

(Refren: 50 Cent)Ova rap glazba, ova rap glazbaNeću prodati dušu za mjesto u rap glazbiI neću si iskopati rupu za mjesto u rap glazbiGovorim ti, čovječe, to se neće dogoditiOva rap glazba, ova rap glazbaNeću prodati dušu za mjesto u rap glazbiI neću si iskopati rupu za mjesto u rap glazbiOvoj rap glazbi, ovoj rap glazbi

(Kon Artis)Kladim se da biste radije htjeli da se opiijam i utopim u nepravdiAli u kurac, repat ću dok svima ne bude muka od meneI pokazati muda i popljuvati sve koji me napadajuSjebana istrunula mješavina, jebite se psi, muka mi je od vasGovorim da nas vi kreteni ne poznate, prestanite se igratiAko nemam para, onda ću provaliti u mjesto gdje živišZnaš, isto sranje koje svaki lik učini jednom u životuGledam to ovako, zašto ne govoriti i pisati što želišI zaštobih se ikad bojao drugog čovjekaAko krvari kao i ja i piša stojećki?Dobro, pobijedili ste, možete reći da ne znamo repatiAli nijedan časpois me nikad neće natjerati da ne kupim album ako kažu da je loš

(Kuniva)Ušao sam na tu zabavu i samo počeo pucatiOdmah nakon što sam čuo zadnji stih te usrane pjesmeOd ovog alkohola želim ispaljivati metkeDa vam pokažem što je vrijeme bez sadašnjih pop zvijezda (cigane)Ja sam dostojan prezira i nepovjerljiv, brže zovite SwiftyjaDa puca iz auta u desetoj brzini vozeći se s 50 CentomPrati te sreća? Pritisni okidačUhvatio sam te iza restorana brze hraneS tvojim djetetom, očito nemaš srećeMoj životni stil je nestabilan, ovisan sam o tulumarenjuKažu da nema tučnjave u klubu pa sam ponio automatikIskašljavam statiku, zaskačem likove, nazovite me zecomGutam tablete i pucam iz pištolja koji te presječe napola

(Most: 50 Cent)Vjerujte mi, mi smo glavni u ovom sranju, stvarnoZarađivanje milijuna zbog nas izgleda lakoGdje god se okreneš vidiš me i čuješ meVjeruj mi, prije nego što vidiš moj pištolj uživoNema vremena za apel na mirZazovi 911 jer trebat će ti policija da ti pomogne povjerovati

(Proof)Ukradem kredu s pločnika i pišam po trotoaruOvo je apsurdno, ovi likovi s ulice izvrću mi riječiKonačno možemo reći zbogom HollywooduJer Proof i Sean Penn* nemaju ništa zajedničkoNajopakiji bend s pištoljem u svakoj ruciNikad se ne pogibamo da budemo izloženiBez žaljenja, jebo tvoj ugled, stariKad ja zapucketam, to neće imati veze s prstimaOvaj kalibar će ti spustiti vilicu na zemljuA onda ću pobjeći iz grada prije nego se pojave sile zakonaMožemo se boriti repanjem, možemo se boriti oružjemNa kraju krajeva, možemo se boriti za nagrade

(Bizarre)(Ova rap glazba) Previše sam retardiran, jeboteBoli me kurac za moj kurac, zato hodam s Lorenom Bobbitt*U mojoj ekipi smo se posvađali tko je najvećiSad su svi mrtvi, a ja sam solo glazbenikI komponirao sam svu glazbu i napisao sve tekstovePa, ustvari nisam, ali jesam sudeći po ovom ugovoruBio sam bačen u snijeg, nisam imao kamo ićiSmrzavanje na 20 ispod nule, morao sam se pridružiti Bell Biv DeVoe*Moja mala curica ne bi trebala slušati ove tekstoveZato sam joj zalijepio slušalice za uši da budem siguran da ih čujeAko ne uspijem u rap glazbi, osnovat ću grupu s Garthom Brooksom*Hahahaha, 50, pjevaj refren

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