Текст песни Rap Game's Hijacked - Ice-T
Yeah
Too
many
hardcore
mothafuckas
out
here
in
this
business
Ain't
gettin
their
proper
loot
You
know
what
I'm
sayin?
(Right)
Check
the
technique
(Aha)
Everybody
talkin'
'bout
the
way
hip-hop
ain't
the
same
Suckers
kidnapped
the
game
I
know
the
biggest
in
the
business,
and
no
joke
Half
of
'em
broke,
and
none
of
'em
smoke
(Bust
the
facts,
loc)
I
got
into
this
hip-hop
game
Just
to
try
to
get
a
girl
and
get
some
light-weight
fame
There'd
never
been
no
cash
made
in
it
So
who
thought
you
could
get
paid
with
it?
Just
crash
the
club
with
my
crew
and
then
I'm
outta
there
Hit
some
skins,
act
bugged,
that
was
a
rap
career
Then
Run
D.M.C.
jumped
the
fuck
off
Got
mad
paid,
word,
kicked
the
bucks
off
There
wasn't
many
rappers
out
there
rockin
the
streets
When
hip-hop
was
just
cuts
and
beats
I
seen
Wildstyle,
dug
the
scene
I
want
to
be
an
MC,
rock,
rock
on,
know
what
I
mean?
I
started
crashin'
rap
contests
Shootin'
hardcore
rhymes
through
wack
MC's
chests
I
signed
on
the
lines
of
a
wack
contract
Didn't
even
read
it,
fuck
that
They
gonna
put
my
record
out
I'm
gonna
be
large,
know
what
I'm
talkin'
about?
In
the
first
2 years
I
made
about
300
bucks
Yo,
this
business
sucks
But
I
got
another
chance
and
I
came
correct
Got
a
lawyer
and
accountant,
now
my
shit's
legit
But
many
won't
get
no
second
chance
And
get
fucked
in
this
biz
without
a
kiss
or
a
dance
The
game
is
to
exploit
young
ghetto
kids
A
straight
pimp
game,
and
there
ain't
no
shame
And
the
shit's
gone
too
far
100
hip-hop
labels
with
all
white
A&R's
The
game's
hijacked
The
rap
game's
hijacked
Let
me
tell
you
how
it
happened
Now
while
every
MC
in
the
game
Was
worryin'
about
a
white
boy
gettin'
the
fame
They
dug
out
the
foundation
Now
let
me
give
a
demonstration
Say
you
got
a
dope
group
from
the
hood
Talkin'
mad
shit
like
they're
up
to
no
good
You
take
'em
to
a
label
Now
who
sits
behind
the
table?
Some
jewish
mothafucka
that
don't
know
shit
Tryin'
to
tell
y'all
what's
a
fuckin'
street
hit
The
shit's
way
off
course
It's
like
me
tellin'
Johnny
Cash
how
to
sing
about
his
horse
You
go
on
tour,
the
white
agency
says
you're
wild
Tone
down
your
style
The
radio
jocks
are
all
pop
So
how
the
fuck
this
nigga
know
what
shit
to
rock?
The
shit
that
make
your
face
turn
green
Is
when
you
get
dissed
by
a
kidnap
magazine
I
give
a
fuck
about
these
mothafuckas
I'm
doin'
this
jam
to
save
my
hip-hop
brothers
Get
your
paperwork
straight,
kid
Get
a
lawyer
and
accountant
just
like
I
did
Don't
blow
your
dough,
'cause
you
will
see
g's
But
this
game
has
no
guarantees
Learn
about
publishing
points,
so
you
won't
be
blind
Learn
to
read
everything
you
sign
Then
you
might
have
a
chance
If
not,
bend
over,
pull
down
your
pants
The
game's
hijacked
(Yeah
don't
they
hear
you,
brother)
Yo,
the
rap
game's
hijacked
(Word)
I'm
talkin
'bout
a
hijack
(Say
it
one
more
time,
baby)
The
rap
game's
hijacked
Check
it
(Break
it
down
for
these
niggas)
You
can
go
gold
and
still
owe
the
record
label
cash
Yo
kid,
check
the
math
Learn
about
the
word
'recoup',
troop
And
stop
walkin'
round
all
hyped
and
souped
You
ain't
nothin'
but
somethin'
to
be
used
and
worked
You
ain't
nothin'
but
a
sucker
to
be
duped
and
jerked
'Cause
the
fuckin'
record
label
don't
love
ya,
pal
They
didn't
love
ya
on
the
street
and
don't
love
ya
now
They're
out
to
make
an
end,
friend
'Cause
every
dollar
you
make,
they
damn
near
make
10
They'll
take
you
for
everything
you
got
Or
else
they'll
sign
you
and
they
put
on
the
shelf
to
rot
I'm
tryin
to
tell
you
what's
up
You
best
to
listen
to
this
record
even
if
you
hate
my
fucking
guts
'Cause
I
just
can't
stand
around
and
watch
rap
get
done
And
my
brothers
ain't
gettin'
none
A
nigga
like
me
has
gotta
spit
game
Nigga,
get
that
cash
flow.
Fuck
that
muthafuckin
fame
'Cause
the
white
man's
rippin'
us
off
once
again
Real
hip-hop,
my
man
Fool,
the
rap
game's
hijacked
You
need
to
listen,
nigga
The
rap
game's
hijacked
Need
to
play
this
record
about
ten
times
The
rap
game's
hijacked
Black
people
don't
own
shit
The
rap
game's
hijacked
Check
it
R&B's
hijacked
Black
acting
is
hijacked
Just
being
black
is
hijacked
(Build,
my
nigga,
build,
my
nigga)
Nigga
Stupid
mothafuckas,
they
rippin'
us
off
You
better
get
an
end...
While
the
money's
there,
boy
Silly-ass
bitch
runnin'
around
with
a
gold
chain
All
niggas
gotta
get
some
real
estate
Mothafucka
Come
up
Fuck
a
bitch
Better
get
somethin'
you
can
own,
asshole
White
man
ain't
givin
up
shit
Word
o'
life
Although
I
got
a
white
engineer
But
he's
gettin'
minimum
wage
So
it's
cool...
Yeah
Shit's
been
hijacked
![Ice-T - Ice T Vi: Return of the Real](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/v/m/i/8/bznxnw8imv.jpg)
1 Pimp Anthem
2 Cramp Your Style
3 (Haters)
4 Forced to do Dirt
5 Inside of a Gangsta
6 They Want Me Back In
7 (It's Going Down)
8 The 5Th
9 (Real)
10 Make the Loot Loop
11 The Lane
12 How Does It Feel
13 Rap Game's Hijacked
14 (Alotta Niggas)
15 I Must Stand
16 Return of the Real
17 Where the S**t Goes Down
18 (Rap Is Fake)
19 Syndicate 4 Ever
20 Bouncin' Down the Strezeet
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