50 Cent - Rap Game [DVD] [Live] lyrics

The rap game, hip-hop 101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't remember sh** in no history book You ready to rap motherf**er? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will f** you up I'ma disrupted n***a, you made me crazy You shoulda slayed me as a baby Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven And you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin' a n***a down daily You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast I've never f**ed up to where I can't whoop ya a** You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, f** 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 blow ya two n***as off the atlas With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back n***a You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects Of a crack dealer, why'all presidents since we smacked And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black 'Cause you'll be stankin' in the back of a f**in' Cadillac I'ma get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down I pipe down, when the White House just wiped out When I see that little Cheney dike get sniped out Lights out, b**h adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!) Now put that in ya 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, f** the government Tell that seed to Laura, tell the s*ut to s** a dick Motherf** ducked, what the f**? son of a b**h Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other sh** Can't tell me sh** about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade sh**'s like a samurai sword of Cincy sh** just don't change to this day I'm this way, still tell that utslay ipsbay Upsay my ipnay, 'scuse my ickpay, addelay But uckfay the rap game [Chorus] This rap game, this rap game 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, know it ain't happening 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 wouldn't want to be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity But f**ed that I'ma rap 'til why'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me I'm pickin' a rott mix, f** the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin' you motherf**ers don't know us, quit playin' If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin' You know, same sh** every n***a done in his life I lived to this wise, speak on when 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? OK, you win, you can say we can't rap But no shorts 'cause I'm mean (???) say this is whack 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 want to blast the chrome To let you know the time without Morris Dangerome (n***a) I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese With ya seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable, I party anatic They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic Coughin' the static, I jump n***as, call me a rabbit Poppin' the tablet and guns to soften (???) [Chorus] I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, we street n***as twistin' the words We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood" 'cause Proof and Shyne man sh** nothin' in common But ask this band with gasoline chan We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse, f** ya stature dog Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at why'all But to draw on the ground with the form 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 f**in' retarded I don't give a f** about my dick That's why I'm datin' Lorraina Bobbet My crew had an argument, who was the largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go Freezin' 20 below, forced to join (???) 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 Hahahaha, and just say "Look" [Chorus]