Текст (слова) песни: D12 - Rap Game

ft. 50 Cent

[Bizarre]
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you`ll ever have
You can`t remember shit in no history book
You ready to rap motherfucker?
You ready to sell your soul? hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up

[Swifty McVay]
I`ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda 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, punk it`s over, you`ll faint fast
I`ve never fucked up to where I can`t whoop ya ass
You`ll 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 blow ya two niggas off the atlas
With a gat that`s bigger than Godzilla`s back nigga
You are not realer, in fact you`re feel the effects
Of a crack dealer, y`all presidents since we smacked
And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain`t gotta rap
But I`m thankful for that, don`t mistakin` me black
Cuz you`ll be stankin` in the back of a fuckin` Cadillac

[Eminem]
I`ma get snuffed, cuz I ain`t said enough to pipe down
I pipe down, when the White House just wiped out
When I see that little Cheney dike get sniped out
Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight
Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute cuz 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 seed to Laura, tell the slut to suck a dick
Motherfuck 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 of Cincy
Shit just don`t change to this day
I`m this way, still tell that utslay ipsbay
Upsay my ipnay, `scuse my ickpay, addelay
But uckfay the rap game

[Chorus]
This rap game, this rap game
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, know it ain`t happening
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

[Kon Artist]
I wouldn`t wanna be drinkin`, drowned in my own inequity
But fucked that I`ma rap `til y`all all get sick of me
And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me
I`m pickin` a 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 lived to this wise, speak on when 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 shorts cuz I`m mean (??) say this is whack

[Kuniva]
I walk in that party and just start bussin` {*gunshots and screaming*}
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 Dangerome (nigga)
I`m low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin` lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese
With ya seed, you be an unlucky G
My lifestyle is unstable, I party anatic
They said no fightin` in the club so I brought me a `matic
Coughin` the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Poppin` the tablet and guns to soften my habit(?)

[Chorus]
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 three days
No time to call a peace treaty
Dial 911 cuz you need the police to help (??) believe me

[Proof]
I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
This is absurd, we street niggas twistin` the words
We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"
Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin` in common
But ask this band with gasoline chan
We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse, fuck ya stature dog
Nothin` to do with hands when I clap at y`all
But to draw on the ground with the form 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)

[Bizarre]
I`m too fuckin` retarded
I don`t give a fuck about my dick
That`s why I`m datin` Lorraina Bobbet
My crew had an argument, who was the largest
Now they all is dead and I roll 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 thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
Freezin` 20 below, forced to join (??)
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, and just say "Look"

[Chorus]
This rap game, this rap game
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, know it ain`t happening
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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: D12 - Rap Game ft. 50 Cent [Bizarre] The rap game, hip-hop 101 The hardest nine to five you`ll ever have You can`t remember shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will fuck you up [Swifty McVay] I`ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You shoulda 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, punk it`s over, you`ll faint fast I`ve never fucked up to where I can`t whoop ya ass You`ll 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 blow ya two niggas off the atlas With a gat that`s bigger than Godzilla`s back nigga You are not realer, in fact you`re feel the effects Of a crack dealer, y`all presidents since we smacked And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain`t gotta rap But I`m thankful for that, don`t mistakin` me black Cuz you`ll be stankin` in the back of a fuckin` Cadillac [Eminem] I`ma get snuffed, cuz I ain`t said enough to pipe down I pipe down, when the White House just wiped out When I see that little Cheney dike get sniped out Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down Think for a minute cuz 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 seed to Laura, tell the slut to suck a dick Motherfuck 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 of Cincy Shit just don`t change to this day I`m this way, still tell that utslay ipsbay Upsay my ipnay, `scuse my ickpay, addelay But uckfay the rap game [Chorus] This rap game, this rap game 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, know it ain`t happening 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 [Kon Artist] I wouldn`t wanna be drinkin`, drowned in my own inequity But fucked that I`ma rap `til y`all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me I`m pickin` a 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 lived to this wise, speak on when 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 shorts cuz I`m mean (??) say this is whack [Kuniva] I walk in that party and just start bussin` {gunshots and screaming} 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 Dangerome (nigga) I`m low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 Ya feelin` lucky? Squeeze I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese With ya seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable, I party anatic They said no fightin` in the club so I brought me a `matic Coughin` the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit Poppin` the tablet and guns to soften my habit(?) [Chorus] 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 three days No time to call a peace treaty Dial 911 cuz you need the police to help (??) believe me [Proof] I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, we street niggas twistin` the words We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood" Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin` in common But ask this band with gasoline chan We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse, fuck ya stature dog Nothin` to do with hands when I clap at y`all But to draw on the ground with the form 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) [Bizarre] I`m too fuckin` retarded I don`t give a fuck about my dick That`s why I`m datin` Lorraina Bobbet My crew had an argument, who was the largest Now they all is dead and I roll 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 thrown in the snow with nowhere to go Freezin` 20 below, forced to join (??) 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, and just say "Look" [Chorus] This rap game, this rap game 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, know it ain`t happening 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Rap Game: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/1029.html Все тексты песен: D12 » D12 - Trife Thieves » D12 - Aint Nuttin` But Music » D12 - shit on you \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » D12 - Another public service announcement » D12 - W.E.G.O. 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