Diplomats - Real Ni***s lyrics
rate me[Cam'ron]<br />
Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky<br />
Aight Santana man...let's do this<br />
Killa, let's do it man, killa<br />
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[Cam'ron]<br />
Aiyyo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall and winter time<br />
Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time<br />
I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind<br />
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine<br />
You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into to swine<br />
You out ya mind, nah, you don't know what's in my mind<br />
I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq<br />
But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak<br />
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[Juelz Santana]<br />
Aiyyo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot<br />
Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block<br />
They frontin' we throw them shots and laugh at 'em<br />
Shoots from the 4-4 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em<br />
Trap 'e, grab 'em and clap at 'em<br />
Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans<br />
Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s and hackling'<br />
I believe in black soldiers, black covers<br />
Black roses on your grave, snakes and black cobras<br />
Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, they laughs over<br />
Fucka<br />
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[Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)]<br />
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money<br />
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch<br />
Real niggaz don't lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich<br />
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[Juelz Santana]<br />
Now how you losers want it (Tell me)<br />
We can war out, or ball out I used to frontin', holmes<br />
I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin'<br />
Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep<br />
I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup it's nothing<br />
Plus big truckin too it's nothing<br />
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[Cam'ron]<br />
I lick a shot so he know I meant it<br />
His soldiers dented, so is his rented<br />
Supreme soloist and still co-defendant<br />
And you notice, a mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants<br />
Since roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir I'm splendid<br />
You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though<br />
Hitting curves like Emitt (From Europe) Smith<br />
If you ain't get it, the fifth'll hit your fitted<br />
Clips I get it spitted, flip your wig I really lift it<br />
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[Jim Jones]<br />
I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin' B<br />
As I'm watching the snow fall, I'm watching the heads they copping the coke y'all<br />
And to the fiends and junkies, that go through dreams of drunkies<br />
Hos with low-esteem, you know they scream in their monthly (Shut up bitch)<br />
And to my soldiers rocking green in the country<br />
Keep your dean and stay hungry, let get this cream and get money<br />
Them haters wishing they could see my demise<br />
See my moms hard to grief her eyes<br />
Man that eats me alive, roll the weed and get high<br />
This what keep me alive (Listen to me)<br />
My Dip Gang man, the peeps that'll ride<br />
Over me the same peeps that have died<br />
If it's me that catch you, you're fried...<br />
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[Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)]<br />
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money<br />
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch<br />
Real niggaz don't lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
