[Bizarre]    ‘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      [Swifty]    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      [Eminem]    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      [50 Cent]   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   Man 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      [Kon Artis]    I bet you rather me   Drink and drown in my own iniquity   But fuck that, I’ma 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      [Kuniva]   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 the time without Morris Day and 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      [50 Cent]   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      [Proof]   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      [50 Cent]   This Rap Game      [Bizarre]   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   My little girl, she shouldn’t be listenin’ to these lyrics   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 hook      [50 Cent]   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   Man 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