Rap Game
D 12 feat 50 cent & Eminem Lyrics

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'm a 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 laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your 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 and then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or 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'll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped out
When I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped out
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your 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
Motherfucker 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 that switch blades
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
Shit's like a samurai sword, a sensai
Shit just don't change to this day
I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay
Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay
But uck-fay you ig-pay (50)

This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
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 (woo)
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 (yeah)

I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
And clutch my nutsack 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 lived it, that's 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 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 said it was wack

I walk in the party and just start bustin'
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 Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed, you'll 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' and static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Poppin' the tablet and guns to saw you in half with

Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo' sheezy
Make makin' millions look easy (yeah)
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 tongue 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 Sean Penn share 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 your stature, dog
Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
I'll 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' Lorena Bobbet
My group had an argument, who was the largest
Now they all is dead and I'm rollin' as a solo artist
Plus I made 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
Hahaha, 50, sing the hook

This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
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 (woo)
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 (yeah)