Rap Game - Eminem feat. D-12 & 50 Cent

By d-12 / 50 cent

The rap game
Hip hop 101
The hardest 9 ta 5 you will ever have
You can t learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap motherfucker
You ready to sell your soul
Ha, ha, ha, ha

The rap game motherfucker...

I m like this rufted nigga, you made me crazy

You should have slaved me as a baby
Behavin shadier the wes craven
And you ain t even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily
You face me, fuck it s over, you think fast
I m never fucked up to where I cant whip your ass
Your neck will get snaped with bare hands
Fuck you, they say rappin is cool
But fool just don t confuse it
What happens is you s get rude and then I loose it
I m scatless (??), I blow your two ears off the atless
With a gat thats bigger then godzilla back nigga
You are not will in, in fact, your through to ya factered (??)
A crack dealer, your president sends me smack
And got a mac 10 with it so I ain t gotta rap
I m thankfull for that, don t mistaken me black
Or you ll be stinkin in the back of a fuckin cadalak...

I m a get snuffed cause I ain t said enough to pipe down
I pipe down when the fuckin white house whipped out
When I see that little cheny dyke get sniped out
Lights out bitch, odioss, goodnight (blowe)
Now put that in your little pipe and whipe down
Think for a minute cause the hype had died down
That I wont 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 seat of laws, tell that slut ta suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I m gonna talk some other shit
Cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
Switch blade with a little switch to switch blades
And switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade
The shits like a samari sword, a censay
Shit just don t change ta this day
I m this way still tell that ut-slay its-bay
I m a say my ick-day, choose my ick-pay
Addenlay, but uck-fay, ick-kay...

This rap game, this rap game

I ain t sell in my soul for this rap game
Now I ain t digg in no hole for this rap game
But I m tellin ya no it ain t happenin.
This rap game, this rap game

I ain t sell in my soul for this rap game
I ain t digg in no hole for this rap game
This rap game, this rap game...
I bet ya lovin me (??), drink and drown in my own iniquity

But fuck that, I m gonna rap till y all get sick of me

And clutch my last sack, it s been all who big on me
I m pickin a rot mix, fuck the dog who single me
I m saying you motherfuckers, don t know ith, who playin
If I m broke, then I m brakin open the place where you layin
You know, same she every nigga done in his life
I livin this why (??), speak long (??), what I blow when I write
So why, should i, ever fear another man, if he bleed like I bleed
Take a piss when he stand, ok you win, you can say we cant rap
But no shots (??), never me (??), you never (??), and I don t wanna (??)
When they say it was wack...
I walk in the party and just start bustin
Right after I hear the last verse of self destruction

This liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome
To let you know that time without morse dangerom (??), (nigga)
I low down and shifty, quickly call swifty
To do a drive-by on the ten speed with fifty
You feelin lucky squeeze, I catch you outside of chucky cheese
With you see (??) who be 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 nigga s call me a rabbit
Pop in the tavern and guns are so just irratic...
Believe me, we run this rap shit forchezy

Make makin millions look easy

Everywhere you turn you see me
You hear me.
Believe me, you see my pistol and three dead
No time to call the peace treaty

Dial 911 cause you need the...
Police to help you, believe me
I haft to tunnel from the side walk and piss on the curve
This is obserde, these street nigga s twistin my words

We finally could say goodbye to hollywood

Cause boots and shine pants, is nothin in commin
The nasty been with gasoline cans (??)
We never bow down to be a flashin a pig (??)
No one must, fuck this statue dawg
Nothin to do with hands when I clap with yall
Put your job on the ground (??), then the dog in the pound (??)

Then I m goin out of town, for the law come around
So we can battle with raps, we can battle gats
Matter a fact we can battle with placks
This rap game
I m too fuckin retarted, I don t give a fuck about my dick
Thats why I m date in raymond bobbet
My crew had a arguement who was the largest
Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist
Plus I made the beat to all the raps
Well I really didnt but I did according to this contract
I was thrown in the snow with no where to go
Freezin 20 below forced to join, bail shit, then blow (??)
Thats why I glued here headphones to her ears
To make sure she hear it
If rap don t work I m startin a group with garth brooks
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
This ain t the hook... (??)

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