D12 "Rap Game" letra

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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

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