NAS - Last Real Nigga Alive (Unreleased) lyrics
rate me(Prod. by Dj Absolute)
(Hook x2)
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
Look at the life that I've been thru'
I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official
(Verse)
Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
Who ya thought 'Kick In The Door' was fo'?
But that's my heart, y'all still trippin' off the Jigga shit
Real niggas listen up and imma tell ya how the whole thing start
Off top I brung Queens up from hard times
Rockin' at the Fever, streets was all mine
It was my version of the blues, droppin' out schools
The crack epidemic had rap representin' the rules
So I got in them shoes, tried 'em, wore them
Wasn't a perfect fit so I couldn't sport 'em
Young murderers ride, I knew all them
Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warrin'
I wrote it in my album
I was 18 when Lake seen the Island, and Lord held me down and
My surroundings started changing, I had a baby
I was makin' my rounds with AZ
Niggas started noticin' my flow and was open when
The Golden Child closed 'em in with more style than them older men
Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang
Snoop and Dre had a new thing
So Puff drove his new Range thru' Queensbridge Projects
He let me drive it, befo' Ready To Die hit
Big and I hit blunts performin' at the Ark
Next thing ya knew, Big blew and all the ballin' starts
He had Kim in his crew, I found Fox
Only niggas in New York with number one charts
Big was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon my niggas
But dig it, they couldn't get along
That's when Ghostface said it on the purple tape
Bad Boy bitin' Nas album cover way
Big told me Rae was stealin' my slang
And Rae told me out in Shaolin, Big would do the same thing
But I borrowed from both them niggas
Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with 'Ain't No Nigga'
Had much Versace swagger
Big admired the Brooklynite and took him in as Iceberg the rapper
Today don't know nothin', about this boss shit
There's more shit than wantin' to be this King of New York shit
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Rap became a version of Malcom and Martin
Rest In Peace Will, Queensbridge live on
There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song
There's some missin' pieces I had to leave out
Had lost trust fo' Steve Stoute at some point til I got to know him
We old friends, but what's loyal? Puff soaked Interscope offices
With champagne bottles on Steve, and Steve thought the drama's on me
Cuz previously it would have been, against whoeva
Friends foreva
Howeva, I learn, with some niggas it's all business
But I'm a street dude with morals
Then this nigga's with Jigga too much, he used to say Jay wanted my spot
I laughed, stayed home, neva hung a lot
A quiet man who used to be alone plannin'
Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn't stand it
She hit the streets, later on she hittin' the sheets
With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinkin' he strong
I taught her how to watch fo' cars who might follow
Taught her street shit that I know
Her weakness was shine yo
But that's her, I ain't mad baby, it made me stronger
Now I get my paper longer
Illmatic I was boss, It Was Written I flossed
One of the most creative LPs eva to hit stores
In the Firm I learned I Am NaStradamus
QB's Finest, Oochie Wally, faced more problems
I gave it all up so I can chill at home with mama
She was gettin' old and sick so I stayed beside her
We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs
I told her not til I see her health get more strong
In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack
Assassinate my character, degrade my hood
Cuz in order fo' him to be the Don, Nas had to go
The Gam B I N O rules I understood
What y'all want, see, I already had
The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first shall be last
I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper
G O D S O N, they'll be none after
I was Scarface, Jay was Manolo
It hurt me when I had to kill him and his whole squad fo' dolo
(Hook x2)
