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8 Mile Lyrics
Rap Game Lyrics
The rap game hip hop 101 the hardest 9 to 5 you'll ever have. you cant learn
this shit in no history book you ready to rap mutha fucker you ready to sell
your soul hehehehe. the rap game . im a disrupted nigga you mad me crazy u
should have slayed me as a baby behaving shadier than Wes Craven and you aint
even go to pay me i take pleasure in layin nigga down daily you face me drunk or
sober you faint fast i never fucked up to where i cant whoop your ass. you
neck will get snapped with bare hands. fuck music is it rap is it cool but
fool just dont confuse it. what happens is that these dudes get rude and then i
lose it im scatless i'll blow your two kids off the atlas with a gat that
bigger than godzillas back nigga. you are not real in fact your fully
infective a crack dealer y'all president send me smack then got a mac 10 with it
so i aint got to rap but im thank full dont mistake me for black cuz you'll
be stankin in the back of a fuckin caddalac. (Eminem) Now im gonna get
snuffed cuz i aint said enough to pipe down i'll pipe down when a little
(blanked) is whiped out when i see that little (blanke)dyke get sniped out
lights out bitch adios good night (ahh) now put that in ur pipe and whipe
down think for a little for a minute cuz the hype has died down. that i wont go
into the oval office right now and flip what ever aint tied down upside down
im all for america fuck this goverment tell that seat delouris tuck a slut to
suck a dick mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch take away my gun
im gonna tuck 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. shit like a samari sword to sensay. shit just dont change
to this day.this way still tellin ucks-lay, icks-bay my ick-day excuses my
ick-pay ademlay uck-fay ick pay.
(50 cent) Chorus 1 this rap
game this rap game i aint selling my soul for this rap game i aint diggin no
hole for this rap game and im telling you no this it happening this rap game
this rap game i aint selling my soul for this rap game i aint digging no hole
for 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 yall get sick of
me, and clutch my last sack, and spit on all who pick on me, i'm pit a rot
mix, fuck the dog who single me, i'm saying you motherfuckers, dont know'ith,
who 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 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 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 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...
(50 cent) Chorus 2 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 3D, 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 poof and shine men aren't nuthin but
con men. the nasty been with gasoline cans (??), we never bow down to be a
flashin a pen (??),
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, (50 cent) this rap game
i'm too fuckin
retarted, I dont give a fuck about my dick, thats why i'm date'in largaine
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 shouldn't listen to these lyrics, 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 50 sing the
hook (50 cent) this rap game, this rap game, I aint sell'in my soul
for this rap game, now I aint digg'in no hole for this rap game, but i'm
tellin ya no it aint happenin..
this rap game, this rap game, I aint
sell'in my soul for this rap game, I aint digg'in no hole for this rap
game, this rap game, this rap game...
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