Juelz Santana - Real n***az lyrics

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Juelz Santana - Real n***az lyrics

[Cam'ron] Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky Aight Santana man...let's do this k**a, let's do it man, k**a [Cam'ron] Aiyyo 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 in to swine "You out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind I'mma surpa** crack, move on to Nasdaq But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak [Juelz Santana] Aiyyo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot Load the Glocks they stuntin', we control the block They frontin' we throw them shots and laugh at 'em Shoots from the 44 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em Trap 'em, grab 'em and clap at 'em Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s 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 laughs over f**a [Hook - Cam'ron and Juelz Santana] You can catch real n***as, doing some real things, for real money Cause real n***as get money, real n***as don't snitch Real n***as dont lie for a b**h, real n***as get rich [Juelz Santana] Now how you losers want it (tell me) We can either war out, or ball out I ain't used to frontin', holmes I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin' Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing Plus big truckin too it's nothing [Cam'ron] 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, Austin Sigoto, 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 lift it [Jim Jones] 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 dreams and stay hungry, let get this cream and get money Them haters wishing they could see my demise Break my mom's heart: the grief her eyes Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high This what keep me alive (Listen to me) My Dip Gang man, the peeps that'll ride Over me the same peeps that have died If it's me that catch you, you're fried [Hook]

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