Joe Budden - Real Life In Rap Lyrics
[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]I hate y'all duuuuuuudesThat get real life and rap confuuuuuuusedDon't get it *****ed up, and don't get shooootTryin to be somethin you're nooooot-- my niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?[Joe Budden]Yeah you talk like them threats is realA pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is realI only spit what I live, and I play my part, feds knowYou just talkin burners cause your A&R said soDon't play the game like it's just a scrimmageDon't think that what you hearrrin is just a imageHow your songs though? You never spent a day in the bingNiggaz is movin they mouths but they ain't sayin a thingHalf y'all vets is heartless and rep regardlessOnly time you seen a courtroom was pressin chargesHow you baggin up white, but won't scrap in a fightSheeeeit, c'mon mayne, shit ain't addin up rightWhen shit's thick, whatchu gon' do with that poundBut real recognize real, you must be new in this townAll I'm hearin is another nigga's life over tracksAnd you lames ain't willin to lose your life over rap[Chorus][Joe Budden]Tired of hearin 'bout you rap dudes comin with the gunsNever caught a body, had the smell comin from the trunk(And umm) I'm tired of hearin 'bout your 4's bustWhile I was cuffed on a up North busY'all *****ed on a tour busAll them stories 'bout you gettin money with gangsters(Guess what?) The shit is pretty funny to gangstersI'm tired of hearin 'bout that gat in your bootCause when it's said and doneand you finished that rap in the booth, it's back to the truthAnd your shit is glass thug (and you) never outsideCause youse a in the lab thug (youse a) pen and pad thugIt sounds good, you ain't pushin work in the projectsBut you spittin 'bout it when you work on your projectClown answer back, y'all never seen the hammers flashJust photo shoots when cameras flashAll I'm hearin is another nigga's life over tracksAnd you lames ain't willin to lose your life over rap[Chorus][Joe Budden]In direct beef between rappers, they be all thugsSee each other in the street and dap, it's all loveWar stories ain't yours about the pounds your man gotOnly time you move bricks is when the SoundScan dropYou ain't never cooked NOTHIN by that kitchen sinkAnd the only time you been behind bars was fixin a drinkYou actin a fool, got real life and rap confusedWith them ten o'clock songs, you just rappin the newsBut I ain't mad atcha flow, he tryin to stack his doughBut everybody's a thug until them ratchets showThe same dudes that rap about (they get) stuck for all the 1'sAnd if everybody's a killer, where the ***** is all the punks?I hope you gettin your loot; just rememberwhat you spit in the boothThere's other people that's livin proofY'all cats with all the mouth, just stay in your laneAnd pray that a real NUCCA don't decide to call you out[Chorus]
