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[Bizarre] The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest nine to five you`ll ever have You can`t learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will fuck you up
[Swifty McVay] I`ma disrupted nigga, 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 nigga down daily You face me, punk it`s over, you`ll faint fast I`ve never fucked up to where I can`t whoop ya ass You`ll neck`ll get snapped with bare hands, fuck 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 niggas off the atlas With a gat that`s bigger than Godzilla`s back nigga You are not realer, in fact you`re feel the effects Of a crack dealer, y`all presidents since he 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 Cuz you`ll be stankin` in the back of a fuckin` Cadillac
[Eminem] I`ma get snuffed, cuz 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, bitch adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!) Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down Think for a minute cuz 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, fuck the government Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch Take away my gun, I`m gonna tuck some other shit Can`t tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shit`s like a samurai sword or sensai Shit just don`t change to this day I`m this way, still tell that utsl-ay itchb-ay Ucks-ay my ikcd-ay, `scuse my igp-ay atinl-ay But uckf-ay you igp-ay
[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] 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, no 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
[Kon Artist] I wouldn`t wanna be drinkin`, drowned in my own inequity But fucked that I`ma rap `til y`all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I`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 life I look at this, why 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 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 chrome To let you know +The Time+ without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga) 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, a partyin` addict They said no fightin` in the club so I brought me a `matic Coughin` the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit Poppin` the tablet and guns that saw you in half
[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin` millions look easy Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D No time to call a peace treaty Dial 911 cuz you need the- police to help you believe me
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