Rap Game [dvd] [live] Lyrics - 50 Cent

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'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 

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I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down 

I pipe down, when the just wiped out 

When I see that little 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 

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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 

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 

I walk in that party and just start bussin' {*gunshots and screaming*} 

Right after I hear the last 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 

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 

I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb 

This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words 

We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood" 

Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit 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 ya stature dog 

Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all 

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' Lorraina Bobbet 

My crew had an argument, who was the largest 

Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist 

Plus I made all 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 

Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook 

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, know 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