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