Rap Game Chords by D12, 50 Cent

[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ The rap game hip-hop 101 _ the hardest nine-to-five you'll ever have _ _
King learning shit in the book you _ ready to rap _ motherfucker
_ Ready to [Eb] sell your [Gm] soul
_ _ _ _ The rap game is the most fun
[Eb] I'ma [G] disrupt your nigga
You made me crazy
You should have slayed me as a baby
[Gm] Became shadier than Wes Craven
[Eb] And you ain't [Gm] even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down [G] daily
You face me?
[Gm] Fuckin' sober
You faint fast, I'm never fucked up to where I can't whip your ass
Your nigga get snapped [Eb] with bare [Gm] hands Fuck music
If you rappin' is cool but fool just don't [G] confuse me
What happens you soon get wound and I lose it
I'm [Gm] scantless I'll blow your two keys off the angle
What I got that's bigger than Godzilla's back
Nigga you are not real and in fact you'll feel the effect of my crack dealer
Your president sends me smacked and got a Mac can't quit 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 just snuff it I ain't fed enough to pipe down
I pipe down when the_ Wiped out
When I see that little_
Guy get snacked out
Lights out bitch adios [G] goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and wipe down
[Gm] Think for a minute cause the hype is dying down
That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now
And click whatever ain't tied down upside [G] down
I'm all for America fuck the government
Tell that Steve [Gm] Delores talk of sluts and suck a dick
Motherfucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch
Take away my gun I'm gonna talk some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
Switch blade with a little switch to switch blades
And switch from a 6 to a 16 and blade
Shit's like a samurai sword a sick [G] fade
Shit is stone changed to this day
I'm this way still tell a hutch lay it straight
My dick day
Excuse my it pay
I can lay but don't [Gm] fray
this crap game
I [Eb] ain't selling my soul for [Gm] this crap game
And I [Eb] ain't digging no hole for [Gm] this crap game
This _ crap game
_ [Eb] I ain't selling my soul for this [Gm] crap game
[Eb] I ain't digging no [Gm] hole for this crap game
This crap game
I bet you brother me drinking drown in my own_
iniquity but fuck that I'm a rap
to your love, get sick of me and clutch my nutsack
and spit on who pickin' me, a pen or rock, next
fuck the talk, you sick on [G] me, I'm sayin' [Gm] you motherfuckers
don't know if we're playin', if I'm broke then I'm
breakin' up in the place where you layin', you know
[Eb] same shit every nigga done [Gm] in his life, I lived it
this way, 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 in his stand
okay, you win, you can say we can't rap
but no source never made me not buy a novel
when they said it was whack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
right after I hear the last verse of self-destruction
this liquor make me wanna blast the chrome
to let you know that time without more is dangerous
nigga, I'm so down and sippy, [G] quickly cost whippy
to do a drive [Gm]-by on a 10-speed with 50
you feelin' lucky, squeeze, I catch you outside
a Chuck E.
Cheese with your feet, you be an unlucky G
my lifestyle is [G] unstable, a partyin' addict
they said no fightin' in the club, so I brought me a
matic, coughin' in static, I jump niggas call me a
rabbit, [Gm] poppin' a tablet and guns to solve your
_ we run this ratchet, [Eb] oh she's dead
[Gm] make-make it millions, [Eb] low-key dead
[Gm] every way you turn, you see me
you hear [G] me, you believe me
[Gm] you see my pistol [Eb] in three-D
[Gm] no time to call a [Eb] peace treaty
[Gm] damn, I'm a woman, but you need it
oh, please, to help you see me
I'm walking piss on the curb, this is absurd
street niggas speak to my [Eb] words
we probably could say goodbye to [Gm] Hollywood
this proof and charm tan shit, nothin' in common
the Nashville band with gasoline tan
we never bop down to be a flash in the pan
no remorse, fuck your stature, dawg
nothin' to do with hands when I clap at your ass
put your jaw on the ground with a four and a pound
and I'm goin' out of town for the long come around
we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
matter of fact, we can battle with platin' in this rap game
I'm too fuckin' retarded, I don't give a fuck about my dick
that's why I'm thinkin' of Raina Bobby
my crew had an argument, who was the largest?
now they all is dead, and I'm rollin' out a solo wallet
plus I made the beats and wrote all the raps
well, I really didn't, but I did according to this contract
I was stolen in the snow, with nowhere to go
treason, 20 below, forced to join [G] paramilitary home
my [Gm] little girl, she shouldn't listen to [G] these lyrics
that's why I blew the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
and rapped on work and started a group with Garth Brooks
[Gm] _ this rap game, this rap game
[Eb] I ain't sellin' my [Gm] soul for this rap game
[Eb] I ain't diggin' no [Gm] hole for this rap game
man, I'm tellin' you, no, it ain't that name
this rap game, this rap game
[Eb] I ain't sellin' my soul [Gm] for this rap game
[Eb] I ain't diggin' no hole [Gm] for this rap game
this rap game, this rap game _ _
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