Falsifying

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Hold up, these boys frontin' like they movin blocks Like big dope slangers on swangers, cruisin' drops I can't stand niggas rappin' like they use them Glocks You ain't no ball hog, nigga, you ain't shootin' up shots Niggas claim to have stripes like a referee But you ain't callin' no shots nigga technically This ain't a game this is life the only techs you'll see Is not fouls just guns that reset your T-I-M-E Some niggas fake it til they make it They tell lies, then they wish that they could erase it Face it, there ain't no facts in none of ya statements You ain't wearing guns like it's a fashion statement I know you gon' hate this, talkin' to you mista Smile when they with ya and when they leave they diss ya See niggas gon' wish ya don't get no richer I'll snap with no Kodak and hope that you get the picture Now let's keep it real, are you really a vulture? That'll make a nigga as stiff as a picture on a poster Tell the truth, if a hater get up and approach ya Would you make that nigga wish he stayed seated like a sofa Most of, well let me say a large percent Of these keepin' it real niggas is fraudulent I know you thought you had ya boy convinced But you fake, you phony, you know the rest [Chorus: Chamillionaire & Paul Wall] If you ain't never been behind bars, but said you did time You fake, you phony, you falsifying If you ain't killed nobody, but in your songs they dyin' You fake, you phony, you falsifying You ain't a hustler on your grind, but you claim to move pounds You fake, you phony, you falsifying Never have, never did, never will be real Wrong, you're lying, you falsifying [Verse 2: Paul Wall] Calling your bluff A lot of rappers claim to be tough You bout as tough as toilet tissue full of that brown stuff Your commode is about to erupt You think you're hot doggin, but ya ketchup is catchin up Tomorrow ya stuck Ya rims cost more than ya truck You a balla, but you always wanna borrow a buck My worst rap is better than ya best song Ya'll boi's faker than Li press ons Rappin hard, but the streets know lie bout drama When ya dog died, you went home and cried to ya mama You'll get devoured in this game like a wildebeest With your white gold chain and your silver piece Please, don't make me laugh You slab when you rap, but in real life you catchin' a cab I saw you at the club with that fine chick you was huggin' Tellin' me it was your gal, but it's really your cousin You fake, you phony, you exaggeratin' If you a mack, why you always home masturbating? You ain't gotta lie to me about the cash you making Quit acting and faking For real [Chorus: Chamillionaire & Paul Wall] If you ain't never been behind bars, but said you did time You fake, you phony, you falsifying If you ain't killed nobody, but in your songs they dyin' You fake, you phony, you falsifying You ain't a hustler on your grind, but you claim to move pounds You fake, you phony, you falsifying Never have, never did, never will be real Wrong, you're lying, you falsifying [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] If I took a look into your mind Facts or fiction tell me which one would I find? If I took a look into your mind Would a lie detector tell me that you are lying? All them killers that you're hangin' around Or if It really went down, would ya guerillas be cryin'? Some of ya'll need to correct ya mind I know you lyin', you falsifyin' So true, stacking money is what I do Always been real I'mma stay true Nigga what about you? And I know I know I will because Real is pulsing through my blood Some niggas claim to be real thugs, is it really the truth? And I know just let me know