Real Life in Rap

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