Lyric Real Life In Rap
[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
I hate y all duuuuuuudes
That get real life and rap confuuuuuuused
Don t get it fucked up, and don t get shoooot
Tryin to be somethin you re nooooot
-- my niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?
[Joe Budden]
Yeah you talk like them threats is real
A pine box, closed casket and mommy s black dress is real
I only spit what I live, and I play my part, feds know
You just talkin burners cause your A&R said so
Don t play the game like it s just a scrimmage
Don t think that what you hearrrin is just a image
How your songs though? You never spent a day in the bing
Niggaz is movin they mouths but they ain t sayin a thing
Half y all vets is heartless and rep regardless
Only time you seen a courtroom was pressin charges
How you baggin up white, but won t scrap in a fight
Sheeeeit, c mon mayne, shit ain t addin up right
When shit s thick, whatchu gon do with that pound
But real recognize real, you must be new in this town
All I m hearin is another nigga s life over tracks
And you lames ain t willin to lose your life over rap
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
Tired of hearin bout you rap dudes comin with the guns
Never caught a body, had the smell comin from the trunk
(And umm) I m tired of hearin bout your 4 s bust
While I was cuffed on a up North bus
Y all fucked on a tour bus
All them stories bout you gettin money with gangsters
(Guess what?) The shit is pretty funny to gangsters
I m tired of hearin bout that gat in your boot
Cause when it s said and done
and you finished that rap in the booth, it s back to the truth
And your shit is glass thug (and you) never outside
Cause youse a in the lab thug (youse a) pen and pad thug
It sounds good, you ain t pushin work in the projects
But you spittin bout it when you work on your project
Clown answer back, y all never seen the hammers flash
Just photo shoots when cameras flash
All I m hearin is another nigga s life over tracks
And you lames ain t willin to lose your life over rap
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
In direct beef between rappers, they be all thugs
See each other in the street and dap, it s all love
War stories ain t yours about the pounds your man got
Only time you move bricks is when the SoundScan drop
You ain t never cooked NOTHIN by that kitchen sink
And the only time you been behind bars was fixin a drink
You actin a fool, got real life and rap confused
With them ten o clock songs, you just rappin the news
But I ain t mad atcha flow, he tryin to stack his dough
But everybody s a thug until them ratchets show
The same dudes that rap about (they get) stuck for all the 1 s
And if everybody s a killer, where the fuck is all the punks?
I hope you gettin your loot; just remember
what you spit in the booth
There s other people that s livin proof
Y all cats with all the mouth, just stay in your lane
And pray that a real NUCCA don t decide to call you out
[Chorus]
I hate y all duuuuuuudes
That get real life and rap confuuuuuuused
Don t get it fucked up, and don t get shoooot
Tryin to be somethin you re nooooot
-- my niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?
[Joe Budden]
Yeah you talk like them threats is real
A pine box, closed casket and mommy s black dress is real
I only spit what I live, and I play my part, feds know
You just talkin burners cause your A&R said so
Don t play the game like it s just a scrimmage
Don t think that what you hearrrin is just a image
How your songs though? You never spent a day in the bing
Niggaz is movin they mouths but they ain t sayin a thing
Half y all vets is heartless and rep regardless
Only time you seen a courtroom was pressin charges
How you baggin up white, but won t scrap in a fight
Sheeeeit, c mon mayne, shit ain t addin up right
When shit s thick, whatchu gon do with that pound
But real recognize real, you must be new in this town
All I m hearin is another nigga s life over tracks
And you lames ain t willin to lose your life over rap
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
Tired of hearin bout you rap dudes comin with the guns
Never caught a body, had the smell comin from the trunk
(And umm) I m tired of hearin bout your 4 s bust
While I was cuffed on a up North bus
Y all fucked on a tour bus
All them stories bout you gettin money with gangsters
(Guess what?) The shit is pretty funny to gangsters
I m tired of hearin bout that gat in your boot
Cause when it s said and done
and you finished that rap in the booth, it s back to the truth
And your shit is glass thug (and you) never outside
Cause youse a in the lab thug (youse a) pen and pad thug
It sounds good, you ain t pushin work in the projects
But you spittin bout it when you work on your project
Clown answer back, y all never seen the hammers flash
Just photo shoots when cameras flash
All I m hearin is another nigga s life over tracks
And you lames ain t willin to lose your life over rap
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
In direct beef between rappers, they be all thugs
See each other in the street and dap, it s all love
War stories ain t yours about the pounds your man got
Only time you move bricks is when the SoundScan drop
You ain t never cooked NOTHIN by that kitchen sink
And the only time you been behind bars was fixin a drink
You actin a fool, got real life and rap confused
With them ten o clock songs, you just rappin the news
But I ain t mad atcha flow, he tryin to stack his dough
But everybody s a thug until them ratchets show
The same dudes that rap about (they get) stuck for all the 1 s
And if everybody s a killer, where the fuck is all the punks?
I hope you gettin your loot; just remember
what you spit in the booth
There s other people that s livin proof
Y all cats with all the mouth, just stay in your lane
And pray that a real NUCCA don t decide to call you out
[Chorus]
