Real
Juelz Santana Lyrics


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Uh, Dipset, Jim Jones, Freekey
Aight, Santana man killa
Let's do it man (Killa)

Ayo I argue with my
Mother, spring, summer, fall, 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 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 Amtraks

Ayo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot
Load the Glocks they stunting
We control the block
They frontin we throw 'em shots
And laugh at 'em shots from the 44 magnum
That's how we get back at 'em
Trap 'em, grab 'em and clap at 'em (fucka)
Yeah, I do this for my
Lost tribes and Africans
Who lost lives in battling, 45s and heckling
I believe in black soldiers, black clovers
Black roses on your grave
Snakes and black cobras
Black vultures, rats, roaches, sleep now
The laugh's 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
Yeah, you can catch real niggas
Doing some real things for real money
Real niggas get money
Real niggas don't snitch
Real niggas won't lie for a bitch
Real niggas get rich

Now how you losers want it? (Tell me)
We can either war out, or ball
Out I ain't used to fronting, holmes
I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin
Waste 50s, and abuse my
Hundreds, I'm getting money, yep
(yep)
I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe
It's nothing
Plus big trucking 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 Roto-rooter to Motorola
Yes sir I'm splendid
You see the furs and pendants
Aston Zagato, drop though
Hitting curves like Emmitt
(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 live 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 monthlies
And to my soldiers rocking
Green in the country
Keep your dream and stay hungry
Let's get this cream and get money
Them haters wishing they could see my demise
Break my mom's heart: the grief in her eyes
(faggots) man that eats me alive
Roll the leaf and get high
This what keeps me alive (listen to me)
My Dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride
Over me the same peeps that'll die
(If it's beef, we will fry)

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
Yeah, you can catch real niggas
Doing some real things for real money
Real niggas get money
Real niggas don't snitch




Real niggas won't lie for a bitch
Real niggas get rich

Overall Meaning

The song I'm Real by Juelz Santana and Paul Wall is a hip hop track that challenges the authenticity of other rappers in the game. The lyrics are about the struggles of being a real hustler and staying true to oneself. The chorus repeats the line "I'm a real motherfucker, what are you?" emphasizing that realness is essential in the rap game.


The verses dive deep into the themes of money, power, and status. Lines like "It take money to make money I said, so you gotta have dough to make bread where I'm from" and "My paper long as the Nile, so how them hatas like me now?" make it clear that being successful is crucial to the artist's identity, but they also acknowledge the challenges of maintaining that success.


The song can be seen as a commentary on the current state of the rap game, where authenticity is often questioned, and rappers are judged more by their image than their musical talent. Juelz Santana and Paul Wall's lyrics remind listeners that staying true to oneself is what makes one a real motherfucker.


Line by Line Meaning

Big City Terrorizer, say it, say it now.
Hello World, Sup everybody, I'm speaking to all the ppl out there.


There comes a time to where, you have to know, who you are,
And what you are, to overcome things


(Dipset, Skoal game)
Reference to the Dipset and Skoal game crews the rappers are associated with.


Oh and by the way, My name is K-L C
Introducing himself as K-L C, the drum ma.


But this not about me, This is about the PPl's Champ
But this song is not about him, it's about his friend and collaborator, who he introduces.


From Houston Texas, My Partner, Paul Wall,
Paul Wall is introduced as a rapper from Houston, Texas.


Tell em who you are!
Asking Paul Wall to introduce himself.


I'm a real motherfucker what are you? (what are you)
The chorus repeats the question, 'what are you?' and answers with 'I'm a real motherfucker', which means he is genuine and not fake or artificial.


I'm gettin' money stayin' true, chasin' paper what it do,
He is focused on making money, staying true to himself and chasing success.


I'm grindin' like a rotor, and I'm postin' like a sticky note
He is putting in hard work like a rotor to succeed and making his presence known like a sticky note.


Stackin' up that paper, pockets fatter than a dukie rope,
He is accumulating wealth and has wealth like someone wearing a thick gold chain.


Boys lookin' sick, But that docta got that antidote,
Other people may be struggling financially but he has the cure, ie wealth.


Hatin' cause they broke suckers, fake as a 30 spoke.
People don't like him because of his successes while they are struggling and fake like fake wheels.


I'm watchin the stock quotes, I'm real as a pac,
He's monitoring the stock market, which is a real job, and that makes him a genuine person.


But these clowns be actin' funny, like a knock knock joke,
Other people are acting fake, like jokes.


They cramp on my style, cause I got money and power,
Other people are jealous of his success and try to hold him back.


My paper long as the nile, so how them hatas like me now?
He has a lot of money and wealth, and is asking how the people who previously doubted him or hated him now feel.


Them bustas on the prow so I'm ten tokes down,
The people trying to bring him down cause him to smoke more.


I'm puttin' all y'all to sleep so put on your night gown,
He is working hard to put other rappers and competitors to shame.


Some tattoos and a ice grill don't make you real,
Having tattoos or wearing a gold grill on yo teeth doesn't make you genuine or real.


These cats be actin' frauder than a 4 dollar bill.
Some people are very fake, like a counterfeit 4 dollar bill.


I'm a gun holdin', blunt smokin', paper chasin', ladie banger,
He is someone who carries and uses guns, smokes weed and is focused on making money and attracting women.


Fly boy somethin' like a aviator,ha yeah,
He's cool and stylish like an aviator, a type of sunglasses.


I'm you girls super hero, her caped crusader,
He is a hero or role model to women, someone they admire and look up to.


So go head and hate me cause I hate a hater.
He is saying that he will hate you back if you hate him.


It take money to make money I said,
He's emphasizing that to make money one must already have money.


So you gotta have dough to make bread where I'm From,
Where he comes from, having money is a prerequisite to making more money.


I ain't chew get it, I stay true with it,
He is saying he stays honest and genuine in his pursuits of wealth and success.


Barbed wire flow, don't get tangled in it,
His rapping style is complex and dense - like barbed wire: suggesting that others should avoid challenging him.


Real nigga yes, all about the hustle,
He identifies himself as a genuine and authentic hustler.


Till I get that call from god sayin,"I want you"
He will continue to hustle until he dies or until he has made enough success to satisfy him.


I been trough it, I past struggle, thats right,
He has been through difficult times and come out on top.


Every day I in the street trying to complete a mad puzzle
He is always out in the streets trying to make sense of the chaos in his life.


White coupe, pedal mashed down,
He drives a white sports car and drives it fast.


Seats soft like I sat on hash brownies,
His car has comfortable seats.


I get money, don't ask me, ask 'round,
He is saying that he has a lot of money and that people around him know it.


Big money like I work downtown.
He has a lot of money like someone working in a high-paying job in the city.


I'm one hundred, but them other boys frontin',
He is genuine compared to other rappers who pretend or act inauthentically.


They just sideline commentating, we call it dumb fuckin',
Other rappers just watch from the sidelines and criticize his work.


They sweet as apple pie, as they spreadin' them lies,
Other rappers may seem friendly but they are lying.


They smile up in your face but so quick to jump F
They pretend to be friendly but are quick to turn on him.


You swear they so cool, but they turn like doorknobs,
Other rappers seem friendly and cool, but are not genuine.


They say they hardcore, but they friendlier than spongebob,
They claim to be tough, but are soft or friendly like a cartoon character.


I'm tryin' to stay afloat, stayin' up on my note,
He is trying to continue to be successful and is focused on staying positive.


So that Highness is what I tote, affordin' the overcoat.
He has some kind of success or wealth that enables him to afford expensive clothing.




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Retro_Gamer_89

This was one of my favorite songs when i was a kid now im 31 😞

Trudon

Same

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@Trudon We're getting old Bro 😞

Trudon

@Retro_Gamer_89 i know man

SMECK

We’re still kids inside, bro😁

angel mud

i am 35 lol

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