Rap Game Lyrics - 50 Cent

'The Rap Game' 

Hip-hop 1-0-1 

The hardest 9 to 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... 

gheh-gheh-gheh 

'The Rap Game' 

Motherfucker 

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I'm a disruptive nigger 

You made me crazy 

You should a 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 drunk of sober 

You'll faint fast 

I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass 

Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands, fuck music 

Is he rappin' is cool but fool don't confuse it 

What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it? 

I'm scandals 

I blow your two kids off the atlas 

With a gat that's bigger 

Then Godzilla's back nigga 

You are not real and in fact 

Your fruity effect of a crack dealer 

Y'all president sends me smack 

Den got a mack 10 with it 

So I ain't gotta rap 

But I'm thankful for that 

Don't mistaken me black 

Or you be stankin' in back of a fuckin' Cadillac 

Photos 

I'ma get snuffed 

Cause I ain't said enough to pipe down 

I pipe down when the White House is whipped out 

When I see that 'lil Cheany dike get snipped out 

Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight 

Now put that in your 'lil 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. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick 

Motherfucker, duck, what the fuck, son of a bitch 

Take away my gun and I'm a tuck some other shit 

Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade 

Switch blade with a 'lil switch to switch blades 

Switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade 

Shits like a samurai sword, a sensei 

Shit just don't change to this day 

I'm this way still 

'Til I utslay itchbay 

Ucksay my ickday 

'Scuse my igpay atinlay 

But uckfay a igpay 

This Rap Game, This Rap Game 

I ain't sellin' my soul for this Rap Game 

I ain't diggin' no whole for this Rap Game 

But I'm tellin' ya, no it ain't happenin' 

This Rap Game, This Rap Game 

I ain't sellin' my soul for this Rap Game 

I ain't diggin' a whole for this Rap Game 

This Rap Game, This Rap Game 

I bet you'd rather me 

Drink and drown in my own iniquity 

But fuck that, I'mma rap 'til you all get sick of me 

And clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me 

I'm hittin' a rock next, fuck a dogg who sickin' me 

I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know and quit playin' 

If I'm broke then I'm brakin' open 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 mean we ain't buyin' on what they say is wack 

I walk in the party and just start bustin' 

Right after I hear the last verse, I'm self-destruction 

This liquor make me wanna blast the chrome 

To let you know that time without more is gettin' Jerome 

I'm low down and shifty, quickly, called Swifty 

To do a drive by on a 10-speed with "50" 

You feelin' lucky? Squeeze 

I catch you outside of Chucky Cheese 

Well, just see, who be an unlucky G 

My life style is unstable, a partyin' attic 

They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a matic 

Coughin' ecstatic, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit 

Popin' a tablet, and guns that saw you in half 

Believe me 

We run this rap shit fo shizzie 

Make makin' millions look easy 

Every where ya turn you see me 

You hear me 

Believe me 

For ya see my pistol in 3-D 

No time to call a peace treaty 

Dial 9-1-1 cause you need de 

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 Shaun 

Share nuttin' in common 

The nastiest band 

With gats in each hand 

We never bomb down to be a flash and a pan 

No remorse 

Fuck you stature, dogg 

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

Put your jaw on the ground 

With the 4 and a pound 

I'm goin' out of town 

For the long come around 

So we can battle with raps 

So we can battle with gats 

Matter fact, we can battle with plaques 

This Rap Game 

I'm too fuckin' retarded 

I don't give a fuck about my dick 

That's why I'm datin' Loraina Bobbet 

My crew had an argument 

Who was the largest 

Now they all is dead 

And I'm rollin' 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 stoned in the snow 

With no where to go 

Freezin' 20 below 

Forced to join bail tip Dafoe 

That's why I glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it 

If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks (hahhaha) 

50, sing the This Rap Game, This Rap Game 

I ain't sellin' my soul for this Rap Game 

I ain't diggin' a whole for this Rap Game 

But I'm tellin' ya, no it ain't happenin' 

This Rap Game, This Rap Game 

I ain't sellin' my soul for this Rap Game 

I ain't diggin' a whole for this Rap Game 

This Rap Game, This Rap Game