Rap Game

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 I'mma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You should've slain 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 Cause you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' 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, bitch adios, goodnight [gunshot] (AHH!) Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down Think for a minute cause the hype has 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 utslay itchbay Ucksay my ikcday, 'scuse my igpay atinlay But uckfay you igpay 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 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 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 to soften my habit Believe me, we run this rap shit, for 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 cause you need the- police to help you believe me I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood" Cause Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common The nastiest band with gas in each hand We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse, fuck ya stature dog Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all Put your jaw on the ground with the four 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 fuckin' retarded I don't give a fuck 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 Bel Biv Devoe 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, 50 sing the hook 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