Eminem - Rap Game Lyrics
By d-12 / 50 centThe rap game,Hip hop 101,The hardest 9 ta 5 you will ever have,You cant learn this shit in no history book,You ready to rap mother*****er,You ready to sell your soul,Ha,ha,ha,ha,The rap game mother*****er...Verse 1Im like this rufted nigga, you made me crazy,You should have slaved me as a baby,Behavin shadier the wes craven,And you aint even gotta pay me,I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily,You face me, ***** its over, you think fast,Im never *****ed up to where I cant whip your ass,Your neck will get snaped with bare hands,***** you, they say rappin is cool,But fool just dont confuse it,What happens is yous get rude and then I loose it,Im scatless (? ? ), I blow your two ears off the atless,With a gat thats bigger then godzilla back nigga,You are not willin, in fact, your through to ya factered (? ? ),A crack dealer, your president sends me smackAnd got a mac 10 with it so I aint gotta rap,Im thankfull for that, dont mistaken me black,Or youll be stinkin in the back of a *****in cadalak...(eminem)Im a get snuffed cause I aint said enough to pipe down,I pipe down when the *****in (blanked) whipped out,When I see that little (blanked) dyke get sniped out,Lights out *****, 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 aint tied down upside down,Im all for america, ***** the government,Tell that seat of laws, tell that slut ta suck a dick,Mother*****er ducked, what the *****, son of a *****,Take away my gun, Im gonna talk some other shit,Cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade,Switch blade with a little switch to switch bladesAnd switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade,The shits like a samari sword, a censay,Shit just dont change ta this day,Im this way still tell that ut-slay its-bay,Im a say my ick-day, choose my ick-pay,Addenlay, but uck-fay, ick-kay...Chorus 1(eminem)This rap game, this rap game,I aint sellin my soul for this rap game,Now I aint diggin no hole for this rap game,But Im tellin ya no it aint happenin..This rap game, this rap game,I aint sellin my soul for this rap game,I aint diggin no hole for this rap game,This rap game, this rap game...Verse 2I bet ya lovin me (? ? ), drink and drown in my own iniquity,But ***** that, Im gonna rap till yall get sick of me,And clutch my last sack, its been all who big on me,Im pickin a rot mix, ***** the dog who single me,Im saying you mother*****ers, dont knowith, who playin,If Im broke, then Im 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 rapBut no shots (? ? ), never me (? ? ), you never (? ? ), and I dont 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 clubSo I brought me a matic, coughin the static,I jump niggas call me a rabbit,Pop in the tavern and guns are so just irratic...Chorus 2Believe 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,Verse 3I haft to tunnel from the side walk and piss on the curve,This is obserde, these street niggas 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, ***** 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 Im 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,(eminem)This rap game(bizarre)Im too *****in retarted, I dont give a ***** about my dick,Thats why Im datein 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 (? ? ),My little girl, she shouldnt listen to these lyrics,Thats why I glued here headphones to her ears,To make sure she hear it,If rap dont work Im startin a group with garth brooks,Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,haThis aint the hook... 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