The Diplomats - Real Ni***s lyrics

Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky Aight Santana man let's do this 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 (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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Smith (From Europe) If you ain't get it, the fifth will 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, the broken dreams of drunkies Hoes with low esteem, you know they scream on their monthly (Shut up b**h) 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 Break my moms heart, the grief in her eyes Man that eats me alive, let's roll this weed and get high This what keep me alive (Listen to me) My Dip Gang man, they the peeps that'll ride Over me the same peeps that have died If it's me that catch you, you're fried 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 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