Joe Budden

Joe Budden - Last Real Nigga Left lyrics

rate me

Look

Everybody wanna talk about who's the nicest

A bunch of grown ass men in a midlife crisis (ughhh!)

Ion't really see what all the hype is

You got some 'G-Money' ridin' around in them Chryslers?

Guess they still sleeping, bad case of the itis

Be Siegfried then Roy fuck around with them tigers

Listen...

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I don't think it's no real niggas left (ah huh)

I feeling like it's no real niggas left (ohhhh; nahhh)

Or maybe all the real niggas just left- or

Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left

See I don't understand why nigga's act this hard

Some niggas is "BALLLLIN" with the practice squad

They don't holla at'cha mans

Cause nigga hit and run like Carmelo, I'm assumin' they in La-La Land

I'm talking BLOCKA, man! 10 deep in that DollaVan

And won't leave until you Aqua, man

I done seen it all, done it all- what they gon' tell dude?

Once you try to marry the game, they Sean Bell you

Rather you in Bellview, cops wanna derail dude

Like Jenny Aniston up in that hotel room (ohhh)

One man chain gang, bitchhes wanna know what's his AIM name

Niggas wanna see about his aim game (talk to 'em)

All this yappin' about holdin' M's

Get ya weight up, you lookin' like the Olsen twins

A bunch of vague ass niggas, I'm WAY past niggas

Treat me like a Prince, Morris Day ass niggas

Hundred miles and runnin', duckin' a court summons

Albums? Just one in!; Livin' like Mr. Drummond

Nigga's gon' learn about puttin' me in they speech

When every dead president they own'll be impeached

(Even) J.C. murder rate'll be increased

Throw a nice suit on 'em, and let 'em be in peace, geez!

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I don't it's no real nigga's left (nahhh)

I'm feeling like it's no real nigga left (ah huh)

Or maybe all the real nigga's just left- (ok)

Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left

He wanna pop shit, about how he cock it- it's gossip; stop it!

Ain't nothing about you that says "Brolik" (nahhh)

I hear ya lil freestyles talkin' about you buy tools (dawg!)

You just a lil nigga, known you since high school

I made niggas, aside from that I'm a made nigga

Sent you to the store for me, you was like my maid nigga

You outta ya league, you fuckin' with a Don

These Urkel ass nigga's is turnin' into Stephon

How hungry, B? You scrub money to me

You livin' with' moms, you more like Bud Bundy to me

Might clap 'em up, revolve 'em

You like my Lil Scrappy, and you don't want No Problem

He broke, you can't rob it

It's Joe, you can't stop him! (nope)

Not unless the feds grab me-

You want 60 Minutes? Treat 'em like Ed Bradley

And his squad know, I'm ridin' on horses

Yours is like Barbaro, how you want a part of Joe?

Can't get in this game, maybe at half-time

You not a livewire more like a flat line

You livin' in a mean world

Bitch niggas sit around hopin' for a deal, I'm callin' 'em all "DreamGirls"

Clap Joe? Never the day

And before you put my name in your mouth, have something better to say!

I mean...

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

I don't it's no real nigga's left (nahhh)

I'm feeling like it's no real nigga left (ok)

Or maybe all the real nigga's just left- or

Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left

You ma'fuckaz makin' me laugh, at least chuckle

Weight of the world on 'em, knees won't even buckle

And dudes think they causin' an uproar- fuck Y'ALL!

And this impotent disses, ain't even gotta get up for

If I wanted you dead, I'd hire a nigga

Ain't gettin' my hands dirty, tryna fire at niggas (and- sooooo)

Fuck dustin' off the Mack again

When you meet your Final Destination, it's gon' look like a accident

Niggas ain't making it hot, they might sizzle

And don't confuse Making It Rain, with like drizzle

Care less about what chart he on, I'm so far beyond

With' a heart like Omarion, for you maricons

Underground legend, ahead by eons-

Fitted white tee on, Couple hundred G's on

Pee on peons, skate off in your Scion

I'm coughin' up acid, you spittin' up Freon

Send slugs flying-

Have ya brains leakin' on ya chain

Since niggas wanna rock these Blood Diamonds (talk to 'em)

And anybody thought I fucked with' dudes

Just lettin' me know- they took the short bus to school

Put some mills on that-

They say "Hip Hop Is Dead", but the real is back

Now how real is that?!

... I mean, uhhh

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

I don't it's no real nigga's left (nahhh)

I'm feeling like it's no real nigga left (ah huh)

Or maybe all the real nigga's just left- or

Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left

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