Real Niggas

Jim Jones, Juelz Santana, The Diplomats, Cam’ron

Uh, Dipset, Jim Jones, Freekey Aight, Santana man killa Let's do it man (Killa) Ayo I argue with my Mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time "Get that off the table Cam'ron It's dinner time" I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind From ten to nine, you do your business right Let me attend to mine You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into swine (at all) "You out ya mind, " nah You don't know what's in my mind I'ma surpass crack, move on to NASDAQ But still my connects move anthrax on Amtraks Ayo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot Load the Glocks they stunting We control the block They frontin we throw 'em shots And laugh at 'em shots from the 44 magnum That's how we get back at 'em Trap 'em, grab 'em and clap at 'em (fucka) Yeah, I do this for my Lost tribes and Africans Who lost lives in battling, 45s and heckling I believe in black soldiers, black clovers Black roses on your grave Snakes and black cobras Black vultures, rats, roaches, sleep now The laugh's over fucka You can catch real niggas Doing some real things for real money 'Cause real niggas get money Real niggas don't snitch Real niggas don't lie for a bitch Real niggas get rich Yeah, you can catch real niggas Doing some real things for real money Real niggas get money Real niggas don't snitch Real niggas won't lie for a bitch Real niggas get rich Now how you losers want it? (Tell me) We can either war out, or ball Out I ain't used to fronting, holmes I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin Waste 50s, and abuse my Hundreds, I'm getting money, yep (yep) I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe It's nothing Plus big trucking too, it's nothing I lick a shot so he know I meant it His soldiers dented, so is his rented Supreme soloist and still co-defendant (And you notice) a mean motorist that Blows the fifth on defendants Since Roto-rooter to Motorola Yes sir I'm splendid You see the furs and pendants Aston Zagato, drop though Hitting curves like Emmitt (from Europe) Smith, if you ain't get it The fifth'll hit your fitted Clips I get it spitted Flip your wig I really live it I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin B As I'm watching the snow fall I'm watching the heads they Copping the coke y'all And to the fiends and junkies The broken dreams of drunkies Hoes with low-esteem You know they scream on their monthlies And to my soldiers rocking Green in the country Keep your dream and stay hungry Let's get this cream and get money Them haters wishing they could see my demise Break my mom's heart: the grief in her eyes (faggots) man that eats me alive Roll the leaf and get high This what keeps me alive (listen to me) My Dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride Over me the same peeps that'll die (If it's beef, we will fry) You can catch real niggas Doing some real things for real money 'Cause real niggas get money Real niggas don't snitch Real niggas don't lie for a bitch Real niggas get rich Yeah, you can catch real niggas Doing some real things for real money Real niggas get money Real niggas don't snitch Real niggas won't lie for a bitch Real niggas get rich

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