[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
