[Intro] (Bizarre) The Rap Game Hip-hop 1-0-1 The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have You can’t learn this shit in no history-book You ready to rap mothafucker? You ready to sell your soul… gheh-gheh-gheh `The Rap Game` ...motherfucker
[Verse 1] (Swifty) I’m a disruptive nigger. You made me crazy You should a slayed me as a baby Behavin shadier than Wes Craven And you aint even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily You face me drunk of sober. You’ll faint fast I’m never fucked up to where I can’t whoop your ass Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands fuck music Is he rappin is cool but fool don’t confuse it What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it Im scantlas I blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat that’s bigger Then Godzilla’s back nigga You are not real and in fact Your fruity effect of a crack dealer Yall president sends me smack Den got a mack 10 wit it So I aint gotta rap But im thankful for that dont mistaken me black Or u be stankin in back of a fuckin caddillac
(Eminem) I’ma get snuffed Cause I aint said enough to pipe down I pipe down when the white house is whipped out when I see that lil cheany dike get snipped out lights out bitch adios goodnight now put that in your lil pipe and bite down think for a minute cause the hype has died down that I wont 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. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch take away my gun and I’m a tuck some other shit cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade switch blade with a lil switch to switch blades switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade shits like a samurai sword a sensei shit just don’t change to this day im this way still till I utslay itchbay ucksay my ickday scuse my igpay atinlay but uckfay a igpay
[Chorus] (50 Cent) this rap game this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging a whole for this rap game but im telling ya no it aint happ-ning this rap game this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging a whole for this rap game this rap game this rap game
[Verse 2] (Kon Artis) I bet you rather me drink n drown in my own eniquity but fuck that ima rap till u all get sick of me and clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me im hittin a rock next fuck a dogg who sickin me im sayin you mutha fuckers dont know and quit playin if im broke then im brakin open the place where you layin you know, same shit every nigga done in his life i lived it thats why i 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 an he stand ok, you win... you can say we cant rap but no source never mean we aint buyin on what they say is wack
(Kuniva) I walk in the party and just start bustin right after i hear the last verse im self-destruction this liquor make me wanna blast the chrome to let you know that time without more is getting jerome im low down and shifty, quickly called swifty to do a drive by on a 10-speed with "50" you feelin lucky? squeeze i catch you outside of chucky cheese well just see, who be an unlucky G my life style is unstable, a partyin attic they said no fighting in the club so i brought me a matic coughin estatic, I jump niggas call me a rabbit popin a tablet, and guns that saw you in half
(50 cent) Beleive me. We run this rap shit fo shizzie make makin millions look easy every where ya turn you see me you hear me. Believe me for ya see my pistol in 3-D no time to call a peace treaty dial 9-1-1 cause u need de police to help you believe me
(Proof) I snatch the tounge from the sidewalk and piss on the curb this is absurb these street niggas twistin my words we finally could say goodbye to hollywood cause proof an shaun share nuttin in common the nastyest band with gats in each hand we never bomb down to be a flash and a pan no remorse fuck you stature dog nuttin to do wit hands when i clap at yall put ya jaw on the ground wit the 4 and a pound im goin out of town for the long come around so we can battle wit raps so we can battle wit gats matter fact we can battle wit plaques
(50 Cent) this rap game
(Bizarre) I'm too fuckin retarded i dont give a fuck about my dick thats why im dating Loraina Bobbet my crew had an argument who was the largest now they all is dead and im rolling as a solo artist plus i made all the beats and wrote all the raps well i really didnt but i did according to this contract i was stoned in the snow wit no where to go freezin 20 below forced to join bail tip dafoe my little girl she shouldnt be listening to these lyrics thats why i glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it if rap dont work, im starting a group wit garth brooks (hahhaha) 50 sing the hook
[Chorus] (50 Cent) this rap game this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging a whole for this rap game And im telling ya no it aint happ-ning this rap game this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging a whole for this rap game this rap game this rap game
Compositores: de Shaun Dupree Holton (BMI), Denaun M Porter (ASCAP), Luis Edgardo Resto (ASCAP), Marshall B Mathers Iii (BMI), Ondre C Moore (ASCAP), Rufus B Johnson (ASCAP), Von M Carlisle (ASCAP)Editores: Eight Mile Style Music (BMI), EMI April Music Inc (ASCAP), EMI Blackwood Music Inc (BMI), EMI Music Publishing Ltd (PRS), Fullproof Publishing, Idiotic Biz (ASCAP), Kobalt Music Pub Ltd (ABRAMUS), Luis Resto Music, Martin Affiliated LLC, Mc Vey Publishing (ASCAP), Runyon Avenue (ASCAP)Publicado em 2002ECAD verificado obra #1884876 e fonograma #2080247 em 23/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM