gangsta feelin

I hate why yall dudes That get 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? Yeah you talk like them threats 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 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 Shit , see 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 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 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 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 photoshoots when cameras flash 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 yall cats with all the mouth, just stay in your lane