Real Ni***s

Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky

Aight Santana man let's do this

Killa, let's do it man, killa

Aiyyo, I argue with my mother

Spring, summer, fall and winter time

Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time (What?)

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 (At all)

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

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 '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 hacklin'

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'

You can catch real niggas

Doing some real things, for real money

'Cause real niggas get money, real niggas don't snitch

Real niggas don't lie for a bitch, real niggas get rich

You can catch real niggas

Doing some real things, for real money

'Cause real niggas get money, real niggas don't snitch

Real niggas don't lie for a bitch, real niggas get rich

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

I lick a shot so he know I meant it

His soldiers dented, so is his rented

Supreme soloist and still co-defendant