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[Bizarre]The rap game, hip hop 101The hardest nine to five you`ll ever haveYou can`t learn this shit in no history bookYou ready to rap motherfucker?You ready to sell your soul? hahahaThe rap game will fuck you up[Swifty McVay]I`ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazyYou shoulda slayed me as a babyBehavin` shadier than Wes Craven And you ain`t even gotta pay meI take pleasure of layin` a nigga down dailyYou face me, punk it`s over, you`ll faint fastI`ve never fucked up to where I can`t whoop ya assYou`ll neck`ll get snapped with bare hands, fuck musicIs he rappin`? It`s cool but fools, just don`t confuse itWhat happens: these dudes get rude then I lose itI`m scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlasWith a gat that`s bigger than Godzilla`s back niggaYou are not realer, in fact you`re feel the effectsOf a crack dealer, y`all presidents since he smackedAnd got a mack 10 with it, so I ain`t gotta rapBut I`m thankful for that, don`t mistakin` me blackCuz you`ll be stankin` in the back of a fuckin` Cadillac[Eminem]I`ma get snuffed, cuz I ain`t said enough to pipe downI pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped outWhen I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped outLights out, bitch adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!)Now put that in ya little pipe and bite downThink for a minute cuz the hype just died downThat I won`t go up in the Oval Office right nowAnd flip whatever ain`t tied down upside downI`m all for America, fuck the governmentTell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dickMotherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitchTake away my gun, I`m gonna tuck some other shitCan`t tell me shit about the tricks of this tradeSwitchblade, with a little switch to switch bladesAnd switch from a six to a sixteen inch bladeShit`s like a samurai sword or sensaiShit just don`t change to this dayI`m this way, still tell that utsl-ay itchb-ayUcks-ay my ikcd-ay, `scuse my igp-ay atinl-ayBut uckf-ay you igp-ay[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]This rap game, this rap gameI ain`t sellin` my soul for this rap gameAnd I ain`t diggin` no hole for this rap gameMan, I`m tellin` you, no it ain`t happeningThis rap game, this rap gameI ain`t sellin` my soul for this rap gameI ain`t diggin` no hole for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game[Kon Artist]I wouldn`t wanna be drinkin`, drowned in my own inequityBut fucked that I`ma rap `til y`all all get sick of meAnd clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at meA pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on meI`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 lifeI look at this, why speak on when I want when I writeSo why should I ever fear another manIf he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?OK, you win, you can say we can`t rapBut 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 chromeTo let you know the time without Morris Dangerome (nigga)I`m low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50Ya feelin` lucky? SqueezeI catch you outside of Chuckie CheeseWith ya seed, you be an unlucky GMy lifestyle is unstable, a partyin` addictThey said no fightin` in the club so I brought me a `maticCoughin` the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbitPoppin` the tablet and guns that saw you in half[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezyMake makin` millions look easyEverywhere you turn you see me, you hear meBelieve me, before you see my pistol in 3-DNo time to call a peace treatyDial 911 cuz you need the- police to help you believe me[Proof]I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curbThis is absurd, these street niggas twistin` my wordsWe finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin` in commonThe nastiest band with gas in each handWe never bow down to be a flash in the panNo remorse, fuck ya stature dogNothin` to do with hands when I clap at y`allPut your jaw on the ground with the four and the poundThen I`m gone outta town `fore the law come aroundSo we can battle with raps, we can battle with gatsMatter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)[Bizarre]I`m too fuckin` retardedI don`t give a fuck about my dickThat`s why I`m datin` Lorraina BobbetMy crew had an argument, who was the largestNow they all is dead and I roll as a solo artistPlus I made all the beats and wrote all the rapsWell I really didn`t, but I did accordin` to this contractI was thrown in the snow with nowhere to goFreezin` 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv DevoeMy little girl, she shouldn`t listen to these lyricsThat`s why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear itIf rap don`t work, I`m startin` a group with Garth BrooksHahahaha, 50 sing the hook[Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]This rap game, this rap gameI ain`t sellin` my soul for this rap gameAnd I ain`t diggin` no hole for this rap gameMan, I`m tellin` you, know it ain`t happeningThis rap game, this rap gameI ain`t sellin` my soul for this rap gameI ain`t diggin` no hole for this rap gameThis rap game, this rap game

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