Its Nuttin Real by Chester P Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You're talking like a thug and how you shot 'caine
Talking like you pop chains
Walkin' like you talk until you swapped lanes
Ever since you've got a girl you rock chains
Every link and every other chain she bought
I promise you I got brains
Look into your eyes and I could spot shame
Ug-ly and blot stained
Look into the sky and I could stop rain
Look into your lies and then I've got pain
You're the kinda guy who prays to god
And when he died he still got flamed
You're the kinda guy to talk shit
Just for the blocks name
Say you wanna live forever blud
This is not fame
You're desperatе to mingle with the top name
Say thе wrong words
I'll leave you burning in the heights of my octanes
Nice but I'm ice cold
Best when I dodge flames
Coulda brung my dogs
But I'd rather bring a dog chain
Leave you in a reservoir
Swimming in your own brain
Bringing you the gods pain
Everything you do you do in gods name
Every time you lie it brings the gods shame
And every time you spit
It's just another hitch in gods game
Imagine I was Constantine
Coming with the god flame
And bun a couple fassy
I'd be happy if that job paid
Tellin' 'em you body slam raps and run a hot game
You never body slammed no raps
You belly flopped fame
Tellin' 'em you're dicing with death
You're in the spot terrain
You never diced death in your life
You probably chopped grain
Tellin' them you're runnin' the streets
And got the block tame
You never run a thing in your days
Until the cops came
Telling them you're bunnin' the B
You've got the top strain
You'd never bun a thing in your life
Until the rocks came
So who ya tellin' what, when and where
'Cause when the shots rained
You was on the floor like you got maimed
Paralysed a shot's strayed
Never even came into a shots range
You're nuttin' but an F
Not a G, If you got brains
You should disappear perhaps
None of us are here to chat
I'm comin' like a runaway train
You better clear the tracks
Comin' with the truth
And every liar better fear the facts
You build your empire on lies
And try and be a pack
'Cause dumb, deaf and blind
So they never see or hear the facts
When the truth creeps up
Sick of sittin' near the back
All you ever do is smear the facts
Then I hear your raps
Rapping like an actor
Tryna fight for in the theatre bag
Lookin' like you're boho-chic
Sounding near to whack
Brother with the whip holds back
And you can hear the snap
Crackle pop rappers get slapped
When I'm near the pack
Chessa Chessama for real
Time to steal it back
[Hook]
Told us they was strapping the Glocks
It's nuttin' real fam
They're telling us they're shottin' their shotz
It's nuttin' real fam
They run around all bad on the blocks
It's nuttin' real fam
You're runnin' from the truth when it drops
They're nuttin' real blud
They told us they was strapping the Glocks
It's nuttin' real fam
They're telling us they're shottin' their shotz
It's nuttin' real fam
They run around all bad on the blocks
It's nuttin' real fam
You're runnin' from the truth when it drops
They're nuttin' real blud
[Verse 2]
This whole thing is hazardous
Tryna make a gun sound glamorous
Young favour guns over Nazareth
I'm feelin' more concerned
With these closed-circuit cameras
And self liberation and such
And every hundred MC's
Only ten of them are deep
So I'm tryna stay awake
While the rest of them all sleep
While the best of them
Are tryna wrestle - destiny repeats
And reality returns
Where the best in me will heed
[Hook]
They told us they was strapping the Glocks
It's nuttin' real fam
They told us they were runnin' the shotz
It's nuttin' real fam
They run around all bad on the blocks
It's nuttin' real fam
You're runnin' from the truth when it drops
They're nuttin' real blud
They told us they was strapping the Glocks
It's nuttin' real fam
They're telling us they're shottin' their shotz
It's nuttin' real fam
They run around all bad on the blocks
It's nuttin' real fam
You're runnin' from the truth when it drops
They're nuttin' real blud
You're talking like a thug and how you shot 'caine
Talking like you pop chains
Walkin' like you talk until you swapped lanes
Ever since you've got a girl you rock chains
Every link and every other chain she bought
I promise you I got brains
Look into your eyes and I could spot shame
Ug-ly and blot stained
Look into the sky and I could stop rain
Look into your lies and then I've got pain
You're the kinda guy who prays to god
And when he died he still got flamed
You're the kinda guy to talk shit
Just for the blocks name
Say you wanna live forever blud
This is not fame
You're desperatе to mingle with the top name
Say thе wrong words
I'll leave you burning in the heights of my octanes
Nice but I'm ice cold
Best when I dodge flames
Coulda brung my dogs
But I'd rather bring a dog chain
Leave you in a reservoir
Swimming in your own brain
Bringing you the gods pain
Everything you do you do in gods name
Every time you lie it brings the gods shame
And every time you spit
It's just another hitch in gods game
Imagine I was Constantine
Coming with the god flame
And bun a couple fassy
I'd be happy if that job paid
Tellin' 'em you body slam raps and run a hot game
You never body slammed no raps
You belly flopped fame
Tellin' 'em you're dicing with death
You're in the spot terrain
You never diced death in your life
You probably chopped grain
Tellin' them you're runnin' the streets
And got the block tame
You never run a thing in your days
Until the cops came
Telling them you're bunnin' the B
You've got the top strain
You'd never bun a thing in your life
Until the rocks came
So who ya tellin' what, when and where
'Cause when the shots rained
You was on the floor like you got maimed
Paralysed a shot's strayed
Never even came into a shots range
You're nuttin' but an F
Not a G, If you got brains
You should disappear perhaps
None of us are here to chat
I'm comin' like a runaway train
You better clear the tracks
Comin' with the truth
And every liar better fear the facts
You build your empire on lies
And try and be a pack
'Cause dumb, deaf and blind
So they never see or hear the facts
When the truth creeps up
Sick of sittin' near the back
All you ever do is smear the facts
Then I hear your raps
Rapping like an actor
Tryna fight for in the theatre bag
Lookin' like you're boho-chic
Sounding near to whack
Brother with the whip holds back
And you can hear the snap
Crackle pop rappers get slapped
When I'm near the pack
Chessa Chessama for real
Time to steal it back
[Hook]
Told us they was strapping the Glocks
It's nuttin' real fam
They're telling us they're shottin' their shotz
It's nuttin' real fam
They run around all bad on the blocks
It's nuttin' real fam
You're runnin' from the truth when it drops
They're nuttin' real blud
They told us they was strapping the Glocks
It's nuttin' real fam
They're telling us they're shottin' their shotz
It's nuttin' real fam
They run around all bad on the blocks
It's nuttin' real fam
You're runnin' from the truth when it drops
They're nuttin' real blud
[Verse 2]
This whole thing is hazardous
Tryna make a gun sound glamorous
Young favour guns over Nazareth
I'm feelin' more concerned
With these closed-circuit cameras
And self liberation and such
And every hundred MC's
Only ten of them are deep
So I'm tryna stay awake
While the rest of them all sleep
While the best of them
Are tryna wrestle - destiny repeats
And reality returns
Where the best in me will heed
[Hook]
They told us they was strapping the Glocks
It's nuttin' real fam
They told us they were runnin' the shotz
It's nuttin' real fam
They run around all bad on the blocks
It's nuttin' real fam
You're runnin' from the truth when it drops
They're nuttin' real blud
They told us they was strapping the Glocks
It's nuttin' real fam
They're telling us they're shottin' their shotz
It's nuttin' real fam
They run around all bad on the blocks
It's nuttin' real fam
You're runnin' from the truth when it drops
They're nuttin' real blud