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Correct Real Ni***s Lyrics
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[Cam'ron] Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky Aight Santana man... Let's do this Killa, let's do it man, killa [Cam'ron] 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 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, that's 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 (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)] You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch Real niggaz don't 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, I'm getting money, yep I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup 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 roota-rooda, yes 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 [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, 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 that'll ride Over me the same peeps that have died If it's me that catch you, you're fried... [Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)] You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch Real niggaz don't lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
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