The rap game, hip-hop 101

The hardest 9-to-5 you'll ever have

You can't learn this shit in no history book

You ready to rap, motherfucker?

You ready to sell your soul?

Ha-ha-ha-ha, the rap game, motherfucker!

I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy

You should've 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 or sober, you’ll faint fast

I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop yo' ass

Your neck'll get snapped with bare hands; fuck 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'll blow your two kids off the atlas

With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga

You are not realer, in fact, you'll feel the effects

Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents sends me smack

And got a MAC-10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap

But I'm thankful for that, don't mistaken me, black

Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac

I'ma get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down

I'll pipe down when the White House gets wiped out

When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out

Lights out, bitch, adiós, goodnight *gunshot* (Ah!)

Now put that in your little pipe and bite down

Think for a minute, 'cause 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; fuck the government

Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick

Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck? Son of a bitch

Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit

Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade

Switchblade with a little switch to switch blades

And switch from a six to a sixteen-inch blade

Shit's like a samurai sword; a sensei

Shit just don't change to this day

I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay

Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay

But uck-fay you ig-pay (50!)

This rap game, this rap game (Yeah)

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 happenin'

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

I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity

But fuck that! I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me

And clutch my nut sack and spit all who pick at me

A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me

I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'

If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'

You know, same shit every nigga done in his life

I look at this, why 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?

Okay, you win, you can say we can't rap

But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was wack

I walk in that party and just start bustin'

Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"

This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome

To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome (Nigga)

I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty

To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50

You're feelin' lucky? Squeeze, I catch you outside of

Chuck E. Cheese with your seed, you be an unlucky G

My lifestyle is unstable: a partyin' addict

They said, "No fighting in the club" – so I brought me a 'matic

Coughin' the static, I jump niggas; call me a rabbit

Poppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half with

Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo' sheezy

Make makin' millions look easy

Everywhere you turn, you see me

You hear me, believe me

Before you see my pistol in 3D

No time to call a peace treaty

Dial 911, ‘cause you need the

Police to help you believe me

I snatch the chalk 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 Shyne, man, shit, nothing in common

The nastiest band with gats in each hand

We never bow down to be a flash in the pan

No remorse; fuck your stature, dog!

Nothing 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 'fore 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

I'm too fuckin' retarded

I don't give a fuck about my dick

That's why I'm datin' Lorena Bobbitt

My crew had an argument, who was the largest

Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist

Plus I made the beats and wrote all the raps

Well, I really didn't, but I did according 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!

This rap game, this rap game (Yeah)

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 happenin'

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, yeah, yeah