A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Joe Budden

"Last Real n*gga Left"

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 f*ck around with them tigers
Listen...

[Hook]
I don't think its no real n*ggas left (ah huh)
I feeling like its no real n*ggas left (ohhhh; nahhh)
Or maybe all the real n*ggas just left- or
Or maybe I'm the last real n*gga left

See I don't understand why n*gga's act this hard
Some n*ggas is "BALLLLIN" with the practice squad
They don't holla at'cha mans
Cause n*gga 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, b*tchhes wanna know what's his AIM name
n*ggas 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 n*ggas, I'm WAY past n*ggas
Treat me like a Prince, Morris Day ass n*ggas
Hundred miles and runnin', duckin' a court summons
Albums? Just one in!; Livin' like Mr. Drummond
n*gga'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!

[Hook]
I don't it's no real n*gga's left (nahhh)
I'm feeling like it's no real n*gga left (ah huh)
Or maybe all the real n*gga's just left- (ok)
Or maybe I'm the last real n*gga left

He wanna pop sh*t, about how he c*ck it- its 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 n*gga, known you since high school
I made n*ggas, aside from that I'm a made n*gga
Sent you to the store for me, you was like my maid n*gga
You outta ya league, you f*ckin' wit a Don
These Urkel ass n*gga's is turnin' into Stephon
How hungry, B? You scrub money to me
You livin' wit' 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
b*tch n*ggas 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...

[Hook]
I don't it's no real n*gga's left (nahhh)
I'm feeling like it's no real n*gga left (ok)
Or maybe all the real n*gga's just left- or
Or maybe I'm the last real n*gga left

You ma'f*ckaz makin' me laugh, at least chuckle
Weight of the world on 'em, knees won't even buckle
And dudes think they causin' an uproar- f*ck Y'ALL!
And this impotent disses, ain't even gotta get up for
If I wanted you dead, I'd hire a n*gga
Ain't gettin' my hands dirty, tryna fire at n*ggas (and- sooooo)
f*ck dustin' off the Mack again
When you meet your Final Destination, its gon' look like a accident
n*ggas 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
Wit' 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 n*ggas wanna rock these Blood Diamonds (talk to 'em)
And anybody thought I f*cked wit' 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

[Hook]
I don't it's no real n*gga's left (nahhh)
I'm feeling like it's no real n*gga left (ah huh)
Or maybe all the real n*gga's just left- or
Or maybe I'm the last real n*gga left

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only.
Copyright © 2017-2019 Lyrics.lol