Rap Game
50 Cent; Eminem; Obie Trice Lyrics

Does it make you mad, when I switch my flow
Do my changes in rap style irritate you?

You can't understand, how I get my dough
You cannot comprehend how I make my money.

50 Cent, I'm on fire, 'cause Shady said so
Shady's words made me hot and unstoppable.

Everybody's in a rush, to try and get the throne
Everyone wants to be the king of rap.

I just get on the track, and try to set the tone
All I do is start rapping in a way that influences others.

I ain't tryna use nobody, as a stepping stone
I am not trying to take advantage of anyone to reach success.

But don't compare me, I'm better off, just left alone
I am better when I am not compared to others.

And I ain't even tryna go there, with record sales
I don't care to discuss how many records I sell.

I'm just tryna keep it humble, and respect myself
I aim to stay down to earth and have self-respect.

Say what up, keep stepping, and just rep D-12
I will say hello, move on, and represent the rap group D-12.

Keep my nose clean and stay away from, weapons, jail
I will stay out of trouble and avoid weapons and prison.

And living reckless, but if you gon' check my belt
Though I live dangerously, you will find something harmless if you check my belt.

You may see something else, I use to protect myself
I use other things to protect myself.

A vest, to stop a Ruger, and deflect its shells
I use a bulletproof vest to shield against gunfire.

And send 'em back at you, faster than they left the barrel
I can deflect bullets at my attacker.

And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
I no longer carry guns because I don't need to.

Got undercover cops, that'll legally pop you
I have undercover police officers that can legally shoot you.

And I den seen a lotta people, cross the line
I have witnessed many individuals stepping over boundary lines.

But this motherfucker Ja, must have lost his mind
Ja Rule has gone insane.

That ex, got him thinking he was DMX
Ja Rule's past lover made him think he was DMX.

Then he switched to Pac, now he's tryna be him next
Now, Ja Rule is trying to be Tupac.

So which one are you, X, Luther, Pac or Michael
Which famous musician are you trying to imitate?

Just keep singing the same song, recycled
You keep singing the same old reused lyrics.

We all much rather get along, than fight you
We would all prefer to not have conflict with you.

Me and Halie dance to ya songs, we like you
My friend Halie and I enjoy your music and dance to it.

And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth
You don't want to enter a soundproof booth to compete in a rap battle.

Come on now, you know the white boy will bite you
Don't challenge me because you know I can beat you.

I hurt ya pride dog, and you know I don't like to
I will damage your ego, but it's not something I enjoy doing.

But I will if I have to, wit syllable after
I will if necessary, with a barrage of rhyming words.

Syllable I'll just slap ya, killin' you faster
I will attack you with each syllable, killing you gradually and swiftly.

Then you popin' pill after, little pill of them tabs of
You are consuming addictive pills continuously.

That shit you're on, but if you want it, you got it
If you really want trouble, it's here for you.

You'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it
You'd enjoy this music as well if it weren't dissing you.

But if we lock horns, we could charge harder than Busta
If we fight, the battle will be intense and more heated than a Busta Rhymes performance.

We bump heads, wit any motherfucka' that wants ta
We can clash with anyone who dares to challenge us.

So what's the, deal, what's with all the tough talk
So, what's going on? Why are you talking tough?

When I walked up to you, like "Ja, what up dog?"
When I approached you and said "Hi Ja, what's up?"

How come you didn't say, you had a problem then
Why didn't you say you had an issue right then?

When you were standing there with all ya men
When you and your posse were there.

We could have solved it then, I'm a grown man dog, come holla
We could have resolved it then because I'm mature. Come and speak to me.

All you did was laugh then, smile and swallow
All you did was laugh, smile, and swallow a pill when I spoke to you.

Another one of those little ex pills, in front of me
You popped another pill in my presence.

And tell me 50 Cent was everything, that you wanna be, come on
You said that 50 Cent is everything you aspire to be, really?

[Chorus: x2]

I, know, you don't want it wit me
I know you don't want to compete with me.

You, know, you don't want it wit me
You know you can't handle me.

You, talk, but soon we goin' see
You're talking big, but soon it will become evident that you can't back it up.

You, don't wanna bump heads with me
You don't want to clash with me.

(Tony Yayo!) You couldn't son me if my father helped you
You can't defeat me, even if my father were on your side.

My punchlines is hot, my bars will melt you
My rhyming is so amazing it will impress you.

Ja you Stuard Little, shells'll lift you
Ja, you are weak like Stuart Little, and bullets will harm you.

Every other week, I'm buying a new pistol
I purchase a new gun every other week.

I clap at yo ass, wit this chrome .38
I shoot you with my .38 caliber pistol.

And put six through ya hats, that's seven and 3-8
I put six holes in your hat, seven, and 3-8.

Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you shook night
Irv Gotti, you're no Suge Knight, you're actually scared.

I put my knife in ya wind pipe, you bleed on the turnpike
I stab your neck with my knife causing you to bleed on the road.

You know and I know, who took ya chain
We both know who stole your necklace.

You got robbed two times, so ya ass a lame
You've been robbed twice, so you are a loser.

I there to die for this shit, all I need is bail
I am willing to risk my life for this. I just need bail if things go wrong.

You better stick to the movies, with Steven Segal
You should stick to acting in movies with Steven Segal.

(Lloyd Banks!) Fuck that I'm tired of hearing
I'm tired of hearing this.

These industry niggas starting to get outta hand
These rap industry people are starting to become too problematic.

Like I won't find ya whereabouts, by stomp-ing 'em out ya man
Don't think I can't find your location and harm those around you.

You killing New York, even in Comp-ton, they understand
You're destroying New York and even the people in Compton are aware of this.

I'm on the block where you was raised doin' chocolate up out the van, and
I'm in the area where you grew up and selling the drug chocolate from my van.

They see me pop up on icy, cause I could
People see me wearing lots of jewelry because I can afford it.

You den lost yo money, prolly forgot yo way around the hood (hood)
You lost your money and likely forgot how to move around your own neighborhood.

Cause when you paranoid, it's hard to make good songs
When you are paranoid, it becomes challenging to create good music.

How you want it wit' us, when half your artists got makeup on
How do you want to compete with us when half of your rappers wear makeup?

Every magazine I open, you on ya knees, taking prayer pictures
Every magazine I look at, I see you on your knees in prayer pictures.

And you ain't even get shot yet, you scared bitches
You haven't even been shot yet, yet you are still scared.

You don't know nothing about what pain is sucka
You don't have any idea about the pain.

I put yo ass to the ground, like a train conductor, motherfucker
I put you on the ground like a train conductor stops a train.

And don't think we ain't billing you
Don't assume you won't have to pay.

For this motherfucking studio time
You will have to pay for using the studio.

Matter fact keep it over fifty, we call it even, ha
In fact, you can give me over fifty dollars, and we can call it even.