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chris ward - rap game lyrics

[50 cent]
this rap game, this rap game
i ain’t selling my soul, for this rap game
and i ain’t digging no hole, for this rap game
man i’m telling you, no it ain’t happen-ayn
this rap game, this rap game
i ain’t selling my soul, for this rap game
and i ain’t digging no hole, for this rap game
this rap game, this rap game

[poppy]
man it’s hilarious, to see some of the scariest
n-gg-z alive, rapping neck like they running they areas
they out of character, now as a chemist recital
a fairy tale rap, from cast as american idol
wanna-be’s, it ain’t a gangsta bone in em
the type that twitch, when you take a gangsta tone with em
stunting like everything, in the chamber won’t hit em
fronting like pharell, these n-gg-z fraud as h-ll
it ain’t hard to tell, you n-gg-z is squares
the only gel they know, is the kind they put in they hair
they ain’t from your hood, but that’s the one they put in the air
when the beef come, displaying them looks of despair
yeah y’all n-gg-z powderpuff, tough cause you powered up
but n-gg-z’ll shower you, every hour on the hour punk
with hollow tip slugs, follow my tip
‘for them hollow tips, follow your lips get a grip

[scooby]
believe it or not, i still be bleeding them blocks
drop them undergrounds, cause ‘scoob be needing them knots
we need ’em copped, soon as they turn the lights on
i live the street life, with or without the mics on
i’m nice home’s, i ain’t gotta explain myself
dad didn’t do sh-t, n-gg- i trained myself
it was harder without a father, i blame myself
didn’t talk to him much, i just came and left
yeah, i had my mind on some better sh-t
get some cheddar quick, and i ain’t singing or selling my soul to get a hit
you hear me b-tch, i ain’t never been fly on no material sh-t
ain’t never been fly, i’m a general b-tch
i’m a gangsta, put the 4-5 to you thinker and bang you
i don’t know y’all n-gg-z, y’all is strangers
and f-cking with them boys, that’s dangerous

[dre day]
who gives a f-ck about pop culture, i’m from the hood
where they bleed blocks duck cops, f-ck bops and pop toasters
kids grow to gangstas, not bankers and stock brokers
glock chokers, you could lose your mind if you not focused
by the nine, m-o-b the sh-t it’s the bottom line
me and dre day gotta shine, n-gg-z looking like they bit a lime
i’m on my grind, so it’s no time to sit around
gotta get my cash, stack some cash that’s the rap game
blades cause my 16’s, slash cats
i’m who they can’t fade, so stop trying to gas cats
cause i run through em, like i’m a hat back
dre got the h locked they jealous, so i got the hk c-cked
when you rap, it ain’t sh-t to clown and these broads
especially when there’s yellow diamonds, in your lord
and you’re dope and you flow sick, they quick to show you how deep they go
we going through a lot, so i keep weed to smoke
like a torch how i roach sh-t, got ’em hollin’ dre the best
from coast to coast, compet-tion looking so sick
i got my fame, off respect of code
but i been hot b-tch, listen to my old school flows
i f-ck dime pieces, y’all can have these descent hoes
see i’m a rebel slash pimp, dre day leasing hoes
all tights black whites, puerto rican hoes
i’m getting this money day and night, till i decompose
b-tch, my name hot i’m getting three for shows
b-tch your name not, go delete your flows

[talking]
yeah n-gg-, grit boys what’s up
my n-gg- dre day, one of my young n-gg-z
out the motherf-cking camp uh, (it’s c. weezy)
we sh-t on n-gg-z mayn, cause grit boys they sh-t on n-gg-z
they don’t give a f-ck, this rap game (you gon quit riding my d-ck)
n-gg-z be chunking they self selling they soul
jumping from d-ck to d-ck, click switching trying to get in where they fit in
you know, trying to get a break or something i feel you
but we don’t sell our soul n-gg- (and ah this year baby i’m the boss-boss)
(so please get off my d-ck, and keep my name out your mouth)
you can do what you wanna do n-gg-
but you gotta do a whole lot, when you f-ck with the mob n-gg-
it’s a hard job, trying to work with us
it’s more than just rapping over here homie, it’s some real sh-t going on
ask my n-gg- den, ask my n-gg- pokey, ask d-1 motherf-cker
ask my n-gg-z, any one of my n-gg-z they’ll tell you, peace motherf-ckers
(and ah this year baby i’m the boss-boss
so please get off my d-ck, and keep my name out your mouth)
and keep my name out your mouth n-gg-, m-o-b style fo’ life
boyz n blue coming, be on the look out

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