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"Real Life In Rap" is track #12 on the album Joe Budden. It was written by Budden, Joseph Anthony / Lambert, Dennis Earle / Potter, Brian.
"Real Life In Rap" is track #12 on the album Joe Budden. It was written by Budden, Joseph Anthony / Lambert, Dennis Earle / Potter, Brian.

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I hate y'all, dudes
That get real life and rap confused
Don't get it fucked up and don't get shot
Tryin' to be somethin' you're not
My niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?
I hate y'all, dudes
That get real life and rap confused
Don't get it fucked up and don't get shot
Tryin' to be somethin' you're not
My niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?

Yea, 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 and 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 songs though? You never spent a day in the bing
Niggaz is movin' they mouths but they ain't sayin' a thing
Half 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 man, 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

I hate y'all, dudes
That get real life and rap confused
Don't get it fucked up and don't get shot
Tryin' to be somethin' you're not
My niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?
I hate y'all, dudes
That get real life and rap confused
Don't get it fucked up and don't get shot
Tryin' to be somethin' you're not
My niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?

Tired of hearin' 'bout you, rap dudes comin' with the guns
Never caught a body, had the smell comin' from the trunk
And I'm tired of hearin' 'bout your four'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 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, y'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

I hate y'all, dudes
That get real life and rap confused
Don't get it fucked up and don't get shot
Tryin' to be somethin' you're not
My niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?
I hate y'all, dudes
That get real life and rap confused
Don't get it fucked up and don't get shot
Tryin' to be somethin' you're not
My niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?

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 it get stuck for all the one'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

I hate y'all, dudes
That get real life and rap confused
Don't get it fucked up and don't get shot
Tryin' to be somethin' you're not
My niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?
I hate y'all, dudes
That get real life and rap confused
Don't get it fucked up and don't get shot
Tryin' to be somethin' you're not
My niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?

Songwriters
BUDDEN, JOSEPH ANTHONY / LAMBERT, DENNIS EARLE / POTTER, BRIAN

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