[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
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 niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?
[Joe Budden]
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 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
Sheeeeit, 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
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
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 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
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
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
[Chorus]
