Rap Game

Bizarre
The Rap Game
Hip-hop 1-0-1
The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have
You cant learn this s**t in no history-book
You ready to rap motherfker?
You ready to sell your soul...
gheh-gheh-gheh
The Rap Game
Motherfker

Swifty
Im a disruptive nigg*r
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 nigg* down daily
You face me drunk of sober
Youll faint fast
Im never fked up to where I cant whoop your ass
Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands, fk music
Is he rappin is cool but fool dont confuse it
What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it?
Im scandals
I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat thats bigger
Then Godzillas back nigg*
You are not real and in fact
Your fruity effect of a crack dealer
Yall president sends me smack
Den got a mack 10 with it
So I aint gotta rap
But Im thankful for that
Dont mistaken me black
Or you be stankin in back of a fkin Cadillac

Eminem
Ima 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, b*tch, 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 aint tied down upside down
Im all for America, fk the government
Tell that C. Doloris Tucker sl*t to suck a d*ck
Motherfker, duck, what the fk, son of a b*tch
Take away my gun and Im a tuck some other s**t
Cant tell me s**t about the tricks of this trade
Switch blade with a lil switch to switch blades
Switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade
like a samurai sword, a sensei
s**t just dont change to this day
Im this way still
Til I utslay itchbay
Ucksay my ickday
Scuse my igpay atinlay
But uckfay a igpay

50 Cent
This Rap Game, This Rap Game
I aint sellin my soul for this Rap Game
I aint diggin a whole for this Rap Game
But Im tellin ya, no it aint happenin
This Rap Game, This Rap Game
I aint sellin my soul for this Rap Game
I aint diggin a whole for this Rap Game
This Rap Game, This Rap Game

Kon Artis
I bet you rather me
Drink and drown in my own iniquity
But fk that, Ima rap til you all get sick of me
And clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me
Im hittin a rock next, fk a dogg who sickin me
Im sayin you motherfkers dont know and quit playin
If Im broke then Im brakin open the place where you layin
You know, same s**t every nigg* 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 pi*s and 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 the time without Morris Day and 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 fightin in the club so I brought me a matic
Coughin ecstatic, I jump , call me a rabbit
Popin a tablet, and guns that saw you in half

50 Cent
Believe me
We run this rap s**t 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 you need de
Police to help you, believe me

Proof
I sn*tch the tongue from the sidewalk and pi*s on the curb
This is absurd
These street twistin my words
We finally could
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Cause Proof and Shaun
Share nuttin in common
The nastiest band
With gats in each hand
We never bomb down to be a flash and a pan
No remorse
fk you stature, dogg
Nuttin to do with hands when I clap at yall
Put your jaw on the ground
With the 4 and a pound
Im goin out of town
For the long come around
So we can battle with raps
So we can battle with gats
Matter fact, we can battle with plaques

50 Cent
This Rap Game

Bizarre
Im too fkin r*tarded
I dont give a fk about my d*ck
Thats why Im datin Loraina Bobbet
My crew had an argument
Who was the largest
Now they all is dead
And Im rollin as a solo artist
Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps
Well, I really didnt
But I did accordin to this contract
I was stoned in the snow
With no where to go
Freezin 20 below
Forced to join bail tip Dafoe
My little girl, she shouldnt be listenin to these lyrics
Thats why I glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
If rap dont work, Im startin a group with Garth Brooks (hahhaha)
50, sing the hook

50 Cent
This Rap Game, This Rap Game
I aint sellin my soul for this Rap Game
I aint diggin a whole for this Rap Game
But Im tellin ya, no it aint happenin
This Rap Game, This Rap Game
I aint sellin my soul for this Rap Game
I aint diggin a whole for this Rap Game
This Rap Game, This Rap Game