paroles de chanson Real Niggaz - The Diplomats
[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
dont
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
dont
lie
for
a
bitch,
real
niggaz
get
rich
Album
Instrumental Slaughter Signature Series: Diplomats Instrumentals (disc 2)
date de sortie
15-04-2008
1 Bright Lights
2 Crown Me
3 Dipset Anthem
4 Killa Cam
5 Bigger Picture
6 Get Em Daddy
7 Glitter
8 Daydreaming
9 Clockwork
10 Get Em Girls
11 Love Me No More
12 Gotta Love It
13 I Really Mean It
14 Weatherman
15 Lord You Know
16 S.A.N.T.A.N.A.
17 Real Niggaz
18 Welcome to New York City
19 Ya Dig
20 There It Go
21 Oh Yes
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