Real Life in Rap Songtext
von Joe Budden

I hate y′all dudes, that get real life and rap confused
(Yeah, don't get it fucked up)
And don′t get shot, tryin to be somethin you're not
(My niggas want war, what you think you guns for?)
I hate y'all dudes, that get real life and rap confused
(Yeah, don′t get it fucked up)
And don′t get shot, tryin to be somethin you're not
(My niggas want war, what you think you guns for?)


Ayo 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 hearin is just a image
How your song tough? You never spent a day in a 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?
Shit, c′mon mayne, shit ain′t addin up right
When shit's thick, what you gon′ do with that pound?
When 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

I′m tired of hearin 'bout you rap dudes comin with the guns
Never caught a body, had the smell comin from the trunk
I'm tired of hearin ′bout your Ford bust
While I was cuffed on the up North bus, y′all puffed on the tour bus
All them stories 'bout you gettin money with gangstas
That shit is pretty funny to gangstas
I′m tired of hearin 'bout that gat in your boot
Cause when it′s said and done and you finish that rap in the booth
It's back to the truth (youse a) and your chin is glassed up
(And you) never outside, youse a in the lab thug
(Youse a) pen and pad thug (and it) sounds good
You ain′t pushin work in the projects
But you spittin 'bout it when you work on your projects
Clown answer back, you never seen a hammer's 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


When I wreck 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 pound your man got
Only time you move bricks is when the SoundScan drops
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
And I ain′t mad at your flow, he tryin to stack his dough
But everybody's a thug until them ratchets show
Them same dudes that rap about it, stuck for all the ones
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 NUCC, don′t decide to call you out