文本歌词

Bizarre: The rap game, hip hop 101
The hardest nine to five
You'll ever have
You can't learn this sh*t
In no history book
You ready to rap motherf*cker?
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will f*ck you up
Swifty: I'ma disrupted *****,
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 ***** down daily
You face me, punk it's over,
You'll faint fast
I've never f*cked up to
Where I can't whoop ya ***
You'll neck'll get snapped
With bare hands, f*ck 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 *****s off the atlas
With a gat that's bigger
Than Godzilla's back *****
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 f*ckin' Cadillac
Eminem: I'ma get snuffed,
'Cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down
I pipe down, when the
Wiped out
When I see that little
Dike get sniped out
Lights out, bi**h adios,
Goodnight
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,
F*ck the government
Tell that C Delores Tucker
Slut to suck a d*ck
Motherf*ck ducked, what the f*ck?
Son of a bi**h
Take away my gun,
I'm gonna tuck some other sh*t
Can't tell me sh*t
About the tricks of this trade
Switchblade, with a little switch
To switch blades
And switch from a six
To a sixteen inch blade
Sh*t's like a samurai sword or sensai
Sh*t 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
50: 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
Kon: I wouldn't wanna be drinkin',
Drowned in my own inequity
But f*cked that I'ma rap
Till y'all all get sick of me
And clutch my nuts sack
And spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix,
F*ck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherf*ckers
Don't know us, quit playin'
If I'm broke,
Then I'm breakin' up
In the place where you layin'
You know, same sh*t
Every ***** 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
Kuniva: I walk in that party
And just start bussin'
Right after I hear
The last verse of Destruction
This liquor makes me
Wanna blast the chrome
To let you know
The time without
Morris Day and Jerome
*****
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 *****s, call me a rabbit
Poppin' the tablet
And guns that saw you in half
50: Believe me,
We run this rap sh*t, 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
Proof: I snatch the chalk from the
Sidewalk and piss on the curb
This is absurd,
These street *****s twistin' my words
We finally could
Goodbye to Hollywood
'Cuz Proof and Shyne man sh*t
Nothin' in common
The nastiest band
With gas in each hand
We never bow down
To be a flash in the pan
No remorse, f*ck 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
Before 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
Bizarre: I'm too f*ckin' retarded
I don't give a f*ck
About my d*ck
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
50: 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
Yeah...