Joe Budden - Real Life in Rap lyrics
[Joe Budden - Real Life in Rap lyrics]
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 niggas want war
Whatchu think you good for?
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
Niggas is movin' they mouths but
They ain't sayin' a thing
How 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
S heeeit, 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
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 you's a in the lab thug
(you's 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 hammer's flash
Just photo shoots when camera's flash
All I'm hearin' is another
Nigga's life over tracks
And you lames ain't willin' to
Lose your life over rap
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
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 niggas want war
Whatchu think you good for?
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
Niggas is movin' they mouths but
They ain't sayin' a thing
How 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
S heeeit, 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
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 you's a in the lab thug
(you's 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 hammer's flash
Just photo shoots when camera's flash
All I'm hearin' is another
Nigga's life over tracks
And you lames ain't willin' to
Lose your life over rap
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