[Cam'ron]
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Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky
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Aight Santana man...let's do this
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Killa, let's do it man, killa
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[Cam'ron]
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Aiyyo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall and winter time
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Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time
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I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind
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From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
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You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into to swine
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You out ya mind, nah, you don't know what's in my mind
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I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq
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But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak
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[Juelz Santana]
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Aiyyo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot
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Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block
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They frontin' we throw them shots and laugh at 'em
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Shoots from the 4-4 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em
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Trap 'e, grab 'em and clap at 'em
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Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans
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Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s and hackling'
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I believe in black soldiers, black covers
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Black roses on your grave, snakes and black cobras
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Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, they laughs over
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Fucka
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[Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)]
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You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
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Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
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Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
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[Juelz Santana]
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Now how you losers want it (Tell me)
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We can war out, or ball out I used to frontin', holmes
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I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin'
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Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep
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I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup it's nothing
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Plus big truckin too it's nothing
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[Cam'ron]
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I lick a shot so he know I meant it
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His soldiers dented, so is his rented
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Supreme soloist and still co-defendant
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And you notice, a mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants
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Since roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir I'm splendid
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You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though
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Hitting curves like Emitt (From Europe) Smith
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If you ain't get it, the fifth'll hit your fitted
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Clips I get it spitted, flip your wig I really lift it
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[Jim Jones]
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I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin' B
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As I'm watching the snow fall, I'm watching the heads they copping the coke y'all
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And to the fiends and junkies, that go through dreams of drunkies
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Hos with low-esteem, you know they scream in their monthly (Shut up bitch)
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And to my soldiers rocking green in the country
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Keep your dean and stay hungry, let get this cream and get money
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Them haters wishing they could see my demise
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See my moms hard to grief her eyes
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Man that eats me alive, roll the weed and get high
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This what keep me alive (Listen to me)
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My Dip Gang man, the peeps that'll ride
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Over me the same peeps that have died
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If it's me that catch you, you're fried...
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[Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)]
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You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
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Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
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Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
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Real Niggaz
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The Diplomats |