[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