Artist: Chris Ward f/ Grit Boys, Dre Day Album: Veteran Rookie Song: Rap Game Typed by: Lil Hustle (*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 Niggaz 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 niggaz fraud as hell It ain't hard to tell, you niggaz 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 niggaz powderpuff, tough cause you powered up But niggaz'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 shit, nigga 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 shit Get some cheddar quick, and I ain't singing or selling my soul to get a hit You hear me bitch, I ain't never been fly on no material shit Ain't never been fly, I'm a General bitch I'm a gangsta, put the 4-5 to you thinker and bang you I don't know y'all niggaz, y'all is strangers And fucking with them boys, that's dangerous [Dre Day] Who gives a fuck about pop culture, I'm from the hood Where they bleed blocks duck cops, fuck 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 shit it's the bottom line Me and Dre Day gotta shine, niggaz 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 cocked When you rap, it ain't shit 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 shit, got 'em hollin' Dre the best From coast to coast, competition looking so sick I got my fame, off respect of code But I been hot bitch, listen to my old school flows I fuck 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 Bitch, my name hot I'm getting three for shows Bitch your name not, go delete your flows (*talking*) Yeah nigga, Grit Boys what's up My nigga Dre Day, one of my young niggaz Out the motherfucking camp uh, (it's C. Weezy) We shit on niggaz mayn, cause Grit Boys they shit on niggaz They don't give a fuck, this rap game (you gon quit riding my dick) Niggaz be chunking they self selling they soul Jumping from dick to dick, 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 nigga (and ah this year baby I'm the boss-boss) (So please get off my dick, and keep my name out your mouth) You can do what you wanna do nigga But you gotta do a whole lot, when you fuck with the Mob nigga It's a hard job, trying to work with us It's more than just rapping over here homie, it's some real shit going on Ask my nigga Den, ask my nigga Pokey, ask D-1 motherfucker Ask my niggaz, any one of my niggaz they'll tell you, peace motherfuckers (and ah this year baby I'm the boss-boss So please get off my dick, and keep my name out your mouth) And keep my name out your mouth nigga, M-O-B style fo' life Boyz N Blue coming, be on the look out (*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