The Diplomats - Real n***as (Featuring Cam'Ron, Jimmy Jones & Juelz Santana) lyrics

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The Diplomats - Real n***as (Featuring Cam'Ron, Jimmy Jones & Juelz Santana) lyrics

Dipset, Jim Jones, Freaky Aight, Santana man k**a, let's do it man, k**a Aiyyo, I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall and 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 to swine You out ya mind, nah, you don't know what's in my mind I'ma surpa** crack, move on to Nasdaq But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak 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 forty-four 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, forty-five's and hackling' 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 f**a 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 don't lie for a b**h, real n***as get rich You could catch real n***as, doing some real things, for real money Real n***as get money, real n***as don't snitch Real n***as won't lie for a b**h, real n***as get rich Now how you losers want it , tell me We can leave the war out, or ball out I used to frontin', holmes I throw away 20's on boots and stuntin' Waste 50's, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup it's nothing Plus big truckin', 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 A mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants Since roota-rooda, the Motorola, yes sir, I'm splendid You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though Hitting curves like Emitt 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 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, that go through dreams of drunkies Hoes with low-esteem, you know they scream in their monthly And to my soldiers rocking green in the country Keep your dean and stay hungry, let's get this cream and get money Them haters wishing they could see my demise Break my moms heart, the grief in her eyes Man that eats me alive, roll the weed 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 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 don't lie for a b**h, real n***as get rich Yeah, you could catch real n***as, doing some real things For real money Real n***as get money, real n***as don't snitch Real n***as won't lie for a b**h, real n***as get rich

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