Real Life In Rap Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X] 

I hate why'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? 

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 why'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, see'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] 

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 four's bust 

While I was cuffed on a up North bus 

Why'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, why'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] 

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 

Why'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]