作词 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Deshaun Holton/Denaun Porter/Rufus Johnson/Ondre Moore/Von Carlisle
 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Deshaun Holton/Denaun Porter/Rufus Johnson/Ondre Moore/Von Carlisle
The rap game hip hop 101
The hardest 9 to 5 you'll ever have
You can't learn this s**t in no history book
You ready to rap motherf**ker
You ready to sell your soul
Ha ha ha ha the rap game motherf**ker
I'm a disrupted n***a 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 n***a down daily
You face me drunk or sober you'll faint fast
I'm never f**ked up to where I can't whoop yo' a*s
Your neck'll get snapped with bare hands ***k 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 n***a
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 f**kin' 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 b***h adios 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 ***k the government
Tell that C Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick
Motherf**ker ducked what the f**k Son of a b***h
Take away my gun I'm gonna tuck some other s**t
Can't tell me s** 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
S** 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 f**k 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 f**k the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherf**kers
Don't know us quit playin'
If I'm broke then I'm breakin'
Up in the place where you layin'
You know same s**t every n***a done in his life
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 n***a
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 n***as call me a rabbit
Poppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half with
Believe me we run this rap s**t 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 n***as twistin' my words
We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood
'Cause Proof and Shyne man s** nothing in common
The nastiest band with gats in each hand
We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse f**k 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 **kin' retarded
I don't give a f**k 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