Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Ni***s, artist - The Diplomats. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 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 |