| 歌曲 | I Really Mean It - Album Version (Explicit) |
| 歌手 | The Diplomats |
| 歌手 | Cam'ron |
| 歌手 | Jimmy Jones |
| 专辑 | Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity |
| 作曲 : Giles, Jefferson, Jones ... | |
| You see man | |
| Let's get off of that lame man | |
| Let's get into what we like to do man | |
| This what we do preferably man | |
| We bring that powerful music to your table man | |
| Killa, let 'em know something | |
| [Cam'Ron] | |
| Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh | |
| Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey | |
| Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh | |
| Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it | |
| Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it) | |
| Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned 'em | |
| Beemer leaned it (I really mean it) | |
| Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good? | |
| Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it) | |
| I'm a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning | |
| On your Zenith (I really mean it) | |
| Killa, bury more mutts, they actually all ducks | |
| Caddy more trucks, its daddy Warbucks | |
| And you Orphan Annie | |
| Ma, take off your panties | |
| Sea soft and sandy (I really mean it) | |
| Yeah, let's get lost in candy | |
| I got lost in Boston, Austin, flossin' of course Miami | |
| Reno, Nevada sip pino colada | |
| Mama I'm seen on the Prada (I really mean it) | |
| I rock more in Phoenix road to glory | |
| Seen it, you seen it (I really mean it) | |
| The game abuse it, its pain in music | |
| But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest | |
| I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it | |
| Aim and shoot it, flames 'til your brains the fluid | |
| Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off | |
| Let Just {Blaze} live | |
| [Jim Jones] | |
| Yeah, now that's powerful music man | |
| You need to pop something and roll something (I really mean it) | |
| Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set (I really mean it) | |
| And them lames, we pop them sideways and drag them faggots (I really mean it) | |
| [Cam'Ron] | |
| Ok, we back in | |
| Mami listen (I really mean it) | |
| Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage | |
| Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh | |
| Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes | |
| Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages | |
| From collabos, ghost writing for assholes | |
| Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough | |
| It's all good, increase Killa cash flow | |
| Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes | |
| You'll get side swiped, look at my life | |
| First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife | |
| And papi got jerked out of pies twice | |
| Dip Set, we working with five dice | |
| Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks | |
| I send bodies with, read this note attached | |
| Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood | |
| Gave her a son like Ricky, from 'Boyz in the Hood' | |
| On the couch bloody, old lady sighing | |
| Wifey screaming (I really mean it) | |
| Pissy little baby crying | |
| Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it (I really mean it) | |
| Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft | |
| Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce | |
| [Jim Jones] | |
| Yeah, gangstas ride man, Flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it) | |
| And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want you (I really mean it) | |
| Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, that's on Jim nigga (I really mean it) | |
| Harlem! Man we here to stay, it's nothing left to say man (I really mean it) | |
| Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain't even gone say your last name | |
| Cuz that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is | |
| You faggot! | |
| I ain't gone get to hyped over you man, we gone bury you | |
| Holla! | |
| See if you bout it, bout it | |
| Cuz we is (I really mean it) | |
| NYC! |
| zuò qǔ : Giles, Jefferson, Jones ... | |
| You see man | |
| Let' s get off of that lame man | |
| Let' s get into what we like to do man | |
| This what we do preferably man | |
| We bring that powerful music to your table man | |
| Killa, let ' em know something | |
| Cam' Ron | |
| Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh | |
| Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey | |
| Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh | |
| Ya' ll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it | |
| Body warm, heart anemic I really mean it | |
| Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned ' em | |
| Beemer leaned it I really mean it | |
| Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what' s really good? | |
| Bikes, wheelie and creamin' I really mean it | |
| I' m a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning | |
| On your Zenith I really mean it | |
| Killa, bury more mutts, they actually all ducks | |
| Caddy more trucks, its daddy Warbucks | |
| And you Orphan Annie | |
| Ma, take off your panties | |
| Sea soft and sandy I really mean it | |
| Yeah, let' s get lost in candy | |
| I got lost in Boston, Austin, flossin' of course Miami | |
| Reno, Nevada sip pino colada | |
| Mama I' m seen on the Prada I really mean it | |
| I rock more in Phoenix road to glory | |
| Seen it, you seen it I really mean it | |
| The game abuse it, its pain in music | |
| But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest | |
| I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it | |
| Aim and shoot it, flames ' til your brains the fluid | |
| Ya' ll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off | |
| Let Just Blaze live | |
| Jim Jones | |
| Yeah, now that' s powerful music man | |
| You need to pop something and roll something I really mean it | |
| Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set I really mean it | |
| And them lames, we pop them sideways and drag them faggots I really mean it | |
| Cam' Ron | |
| Ok, we back in | |
| Mami listen I really mean it | |
| Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage | |
| Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh | |
| Golly I' m gully, look at his galoshes | |
| Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages | |
| From collabos, ghost writing for assholes | |
| Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough | |
| It' s all good, increase Killa cash flow | |
| Increase my fame, that' s why Killa smash hoes | |
| You' ll get side swiped, look at my life | |
| First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife | |
| And papi got jerked out of pies twice | |
| Dip Set, we working with five dice | |
| Ceelo and craps, cnotes and stacks | |
| I send bodies with, read this note attached | |
| Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood | |
| Gave her a son like Ricky, from ' Boyz in the Hood' | |
| On the couch bloody, old lady sighing | |
| Wifey screaming I really mean it | |
| Pissy little baby crying | |
| Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it I really mean it | |
| Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft | |
| Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce | |
| Jim Jones | |
| Yeah, gangstas ride man, Flex we got you, guns up I really mean it | |
| And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want you I really mean it | |
| Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, that' s on Jim nigga I really mean it | |
| Harlem! Man we here to stay, it' s nothing left to say man I really mean it | |
| Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain' t even gone say your last name | |
| Cuz that' s mine, I catch you, you know what it is | |
| You faggot! | |
| I ain' t gone get to hyped over you man, we gone bury you | |
| Holla! | |
| See if you bout it, bout it | |
| Cuz we is I really mean it | |
| NYC! |