Joe Budden Last Real Nigga Left lyrics

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Last Real Nigga Left by Joe Budden Last Real Nigga Left lyrics 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... [Chorus:] 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! [Chorus:] 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... [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus:] 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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