Real Ni***s

(Camron)
Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky
Aight Santana man...lets do this
Killa, lets do it man, killa
(Camron)
Aiyyo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall and winter time
Get that off the table Camron its dinner time
I got a line downstairs ma, Im in the grind
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
You cooking pork anyway, I aint into to swine
You out ya mind, nah, you dont know whats in my mind
Ima surpass 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 4-4 magnum, thats how we get back at em
Trap e, grab em and clap at em
Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans
Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s and hackling
I believe in black soldiers, black covers
Black roses on your grave, snakes and black cobras
Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, they laughs over
Fucka
Chorus: 2x (Camron and Juelz Santana)
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz dont snitch
Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
(Juelz Santana)
Now how you losers want it (Tell me)
We can war out, or ball out I used to frontin, holmes
I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin
Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, Im getting money, yep
I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup its nothing
Plus big truckin too its nothing
(Camron)
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 roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir Im splendid
You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though
Hitting curves like Emitt (From Europe) Smith
If you aint get it, the fifthll hit your fitted
Clips I get it spitted, flip your wig I really lift it
(Jim Jones)
Im this burgundy Benz, swervin B
As Im watching the snow fall, Im watching the heads they copping the coke yall
And to the fiends and junkies, that go through dreams of drunkies
Hos with low-esteem, you know they scream in their monthly (Shut up bitch)
And to my soldiers rocking green in the country
Keep your dean and stay hungry, let get this cream and get money
Them haters wishing they could see my demise
See my moms hard to grief 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 thatll ride
Over me the same peeps that have died
If its me that catch you, youre fried...
Chorus: 2x (Camron and Juelz Santana)
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz dont snitch
Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich