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)
I don'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

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
Bitches 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) JC murder rate'll be increased
Throw a nice suit on 'em, and
Let 'em be in peace, geez!

I don't think it's no real niggas left
(nahhh)
I'm feeling like it's no real niggas left
(ah huh)
Or maybe all the real niggas 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 "Brolic"
(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' wit a Don
These Urkel ass niggas is turnin' into Stefan
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 him
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 don't it's no real niggas left (nahhh)
I'm feeling like it's no real niggas left
(ok)
Or maybe all the real niggas just left- or
Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left

Look, you muh'fuckas 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 these 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 MAC 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
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 niggas wanna rock these Blood Diamonds
(talk to 'em)
And anybody thought I fucked 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

I don't it's no real niggas left (nahhh)
I'm feeling like it's no real niggas left
(ah huh)
Or maybe all the real niggas just left (or)
Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left