Rap Game – D12 – letras

[Bizarre]‘The Rap Game’Hip-hop 1-0-1The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever haveYou can’t learn this shit in no history-bookYou ready to rap motherfucker?You ready to sell your soul…gheh-gheh-gheh‘The Rap Game’Motherfucker[Swifty]I’m a disruptive niggerYou made me crazyYou should a slayed me as a babyBehavin’ shadier than Wes CravenAnd you ain’t even gotta pay meI take pleasure of layin’ a nigga down dailyYou face me drunk of soberYou’ll faint fastI’m never fucked up to where I can’t whoop your assYour neck will get snapped wit bear hands, fuck musicIs he rappin’ is cool but fool don’t confuse itWhat happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it?I’m scandalsI blow your two kids off the atlasWith a gat that’s biggerThen Godzilla’s back niggaYou are not real and in factYour fruity effect of a crack dealerY’all president sends me smackDen got a mack 10 with itSo I ain’t gotta rapBut I’m thankful for thatDon’t mistaken me blackOr you be stankin’ in back of a fuckin’ Cadillac[Eminem]I’ma get snuffedCause I ain’t said enough to pipe downI pipe down when the White House is whipped outWhen I see that ‘lil Cheany dike get snipped outLights out, bitch, adios, goodnightNow put that in your ‘lil pipe and bite downThink for a minute cause the hype has died downThat I won’t go up in the oval office right nowAnd flip whatever ain’t tied down upside downI’m all for America, fuck the governmentTell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dickMotherfucker, duck, what the fuck, son of a bitchTake away my gun and I’m a tuck some other shitCan’t tell me shit about the tricks of this tradeSwitch blade with a ‘lil switch to switch bladesSwitch from a 6 to a 16 inch bladeShits like a samurai sword, a senseiShit just don’t change to this dayI’m this way still‘Til I utslay itchbayUcksay my ickday‘Scuse my igpay atinlayBut uckfay a igpay[50 Cent]This Rap Game, This Rap GameI ain’t sellin’ my soul for this Rap GameI ain’t diggin’ a whole for this Rap GameBut I’m tellin’ ya, no it ain’t happenin’This Rap Game, This Rap GameI ain’t sellin’ my soul for this Rap GameI ain’t diggin’ a whole for this Rap GameThis Rap Game, This Rap Game[Kon Artis]I bet you rather meDrink and drown in my own iniquityBut fuck that, I’ma rap ‘til you all get sick of meAnd clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on meI’m hittin’ a rock next, fuck a dogg who sickin’ meI’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 lifeI lived it, that’s why I speak on what I want when I writeSo why… should I… ever fear another manIf he bleed like I, bleed, take a piss and he standOk, you win… you can say we can’t rapBut 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-destructionThis liquor make me wanna blast the chromeTo let you know that time without more is gettin’ JeromeI’m low down and shifty, quickly, called SwiftyTo do a drive by on a 10-speed with « 50 »You feelin’ lucky? SqueezeI catch you outside of Chucky CheeseWell, just see, who be an unlucky GMy life style is unstable, a partyin’ atticThey said no fightin’ in the club so I brought me a maticCoughin’ ecstatic, I jump niggas, call me a rabbitPopin’ a tablet, and guns that saw you in half[50 Cent]Believe meWe run this rap shit fo shizzieMake makin’ millions look easyEvery where ya turn you see meYou hear meBelieve meFor ya see my pistol in 3-DNo time to call a peace treatyDial 9-1-1 cause you need dePolice to help you, believe me[Proof]I snatch the tongue from the sidewalk and piss on the curbThis is absurdThese street niggas twistin’ my wordsWe finally couldSay goodbye to HollywoodCause Proof and ShaunShare nuttin’ in commonThe nastiest bandWith gats in each handWe never bomb down to be a flash and a panNo remorseFuck you stature, doggNuttin’ to do with hands when I clap at y’allPut your jaw on the groundWith the 4 and a poundI’m goin’ out of townFor the long come aroundSo we can battle with rapsSo we can battle with gatsMatter fact, we can battle with plaques[50 Cent]This Rap Game[Bizarre]I’m too fuckin’ retardedI don’t give a fuck about my dickThat’s why I’m datin’ Loraina BobbetMy crew had an argumentWho was the largestNow they all is deadAnd I’m rollin’ as a solo artistPlus I made all the beats and wrote all the rapsWell, I really didn’tBut I did accordin’ to this contractI was stoned in the snowWith no where to goFreezin’ 20 belowForced to join bail tip DafoeMy little girl, she shouldn’t be listenin’ to these lyricsThat’s why I glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear itIf rap don’t work, I’m startin’ a group with Garth Brooks (hahhaha)50, sing the hook[50 Cent]This Rap Game, This Rap GameI ain’t sellin’ my soul for this Rap GameI ain’t diggin’ a whole for this Rap GameBut I’m tellin’ ya, no it ain’t happenin’This Rap Game, This Rap GameI ain’t sellin’ my soul for this Rap GameI ain’t diggin’ a whole for this Rap GameThis Rap Game, This Rap Game