The Diplomats, Cam’ron, Juelz Santana, Jim Jones - Real Niggas lyrics

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