| Song | Real Ni***s - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | The Diplomats |
| Artist | Cam'ron |
| Artist | Jimmy Jones |
| Artist | Juelz Santana |
| Album | Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity |
| 作曲 : Gamble, Giles, Huff, James ... | |
| (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 |
| zuò qǔ : Gamble, Giles, Huff, James ... | |
| 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 44 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, 45s 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 codefendant | |
| And you notice, a mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants | |
| Since rootarooda, 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 lowesteem, 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 |