Real Niggas

[Intro: Cam'ron]

Uh, Dipset, Jim Jones, Freekey

Aight, Santana man... Killa

Let's do it man (Killa)

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

Ayo 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 into 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 Amtraks

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]

Ayo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Load the Glocks they stunting, we control the block

They frontin we throw 'em shots and laugh at 'em

Shots from the .44 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em

Trap 'em, grab 'em and clap at 'em (fucka)

Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans

Who lost lives in battling, .45s 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 laugh's over..

Fucka

[Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana]

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

Yeah, you can catch real niggas

Doing some real things for real money

Real niggas get money, real niggas don't snitch

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

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]

Now how you losers want it? (Tell me)

We can either war out, or ball out I ain't used to fronting, holmes

I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin

Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep (yep)

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe, it's nothing

Plus big trucking too, it's nothing

[Verse 4: 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

Aston Zagato, 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 live it

[Verse 5: 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 (shut up bitch)

Hoes with low-esteem, you know they scream on their monthlies

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Keep your dream and stay hungry

Let's get this cream and get money

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Break my mom's heart: the grief in her eyes (faggots)

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

This what keeps me alive (listen to me)

My Dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Over me the same peeps that'll die

(If it's beef, we will fry)

[Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana]

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

Yeah, you can catch real niggas

Doing some real things for real money

Real niggas get money, real niggas don't snitch

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