| Look-
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| Everybody wanna talk about who’s the nicest
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| A bunch of grown ass men in a midlife crisis (ughhh!)
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| I don’t really see what all the hype is
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| You got some 'G-Money' ridin' around in them Chryslers?
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| Guess they still sleeping, bad case of the itis
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| Be Siegfried then Roy fuck around with them tigers
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| Listen…
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| I don’t think its no real niggas left (ah huh)
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| I feeling like its no real niggas left (ohhhh; nahhh)
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| Or maybe all the real niggas just left- or
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| Or maybe I’m the last real nigga left
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| See I don’t understand why nigga’s act this hard
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| Some niggas is «BALLLLIN» with the practice squad
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| They don’t holla at’cha mans
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| 'Cause nigga hit and run like Carmelo, I’m assumin' they in La-La Land
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| I’m talking BLOCKA, man! |
| 10 deep in that DollaVan
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| And won’t leave until you Aqua, man
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| I done seen it all, done it all- what they gon' tell dude?
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| Once you try to marry the game, they Sean Bell you
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| Rather you in Bellview, cops wanna derail dude
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| Like Jenny Aniston up in that hotel room (ohhh)
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| One man chain gang, bitches wanna know what’s his AIM name
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| Niggas wanna see about his aim game (talk to 'em)
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| All this yappin' about holdin' M’s
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| Get ya weight up, you lookin' like the Olsen twins
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| A bunch of vague ass niggas, I’m WAY past niggas
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| Treat me like a Prince, Morris Day ass niggas
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| Hundred miles and runnin', duckin' a court summons
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| Albums? |
| Just one in!; |
| Livin' like Mr. Drummond
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| Nigga’s gon' learn about puttin' me in they speech
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| When every dead president they own’ll be impeached
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| (Even) J.C. murder rate’ll be increased
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| 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)
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| I’m feeling like it’s no real nigga left (ah huh)
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| Or maybe all the real nigga’s just left- (ok)
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| Or maybe I’m the last real nigga left
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| He wanna pop shit, about how he cock it- its gossip; |
| stop it!
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| Ain’t nothing about you that says «Brolic» (nahhh)
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| I hear ya lil freestyles talkin' about you buy tools (dawg!)
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| You just a lil nigga, known you since high school
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| I made niggas, aside from that I’m a made nigga
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| Sent you to the store for me, you was like my maid nigga
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| You outta ya league, you fuckin' wit a Don
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| These Urkel ass niggas is turnin' into Stephon
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| How hungry, B? |
| You scrub money to me
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| You livin' wit' moms, you more like Bud Bundy to me
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| Might clap 'em up, revolve 'em
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| You like my Lil Scrappy, and you don’t want No Problem
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| He broke, you can’t rob him
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| It’s Joe, you can’t stop him! |
| (nope)
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| Not unless the feds grab me-
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| You want 60 Minutes? |
| Treat 'em like Ed Bradley
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| And his squad know, I’m ridin' on horses
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| Yours is like Barbaro, how you want a part of Joe?
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| Can’t get in this game, maybe at half-time
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| You not a livewire more like a flat line
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| You livin' in a mean world
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| Bitch niggas sit around hopin' for a deal, I’m callin' 'em all «Dreamgirls»
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| Clap Joe? |
| Never the day
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| And before you put my name in your mouth, have something better to say!
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| I mean…
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| I don’t it’s no real nigga’s left (nahhh)
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| I’m feeling like it’s no real nigga left (ok)
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| Or maybe all the real nigga’s just left- or
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| Or maybe I’m the last real nigga left
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| Look, you muh’fuckas makin' me laugh, at least chuckle
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| Weight of the world on 'em, knees won’t even buckle
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| And dudes think they causin' an uproar- fuck Y’ALL!
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| And this impotent disses, ain’t even gotta get up for
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| If I wanted you dead, I’d hire a nigga
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| Ain’t gettin' my hands dirty, tryna fire at niggas (and- sooooo)
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| Fuck dustin' off the MAC again
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| When you meet your Final Destination, its gon' look like a accident
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| Niggas ain’t making it hot, they might sizzle
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| And don’t confuse Making It Rain, with like drizzle
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| Care less about what chart he on, I’m so far beyond
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| Wit' a heart like Omarion, for you maricons
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| Underground legend, ahead by eons-
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| Fitted white tee on, Couple hundred G’s on
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| Pee on peons, skate off in your Scion
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| I’m coughin' up acid, you spittin' up Freon
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| Send slugs flying, have ya brains leakin' on ya chain
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| Since niggas wanna rock these Blood Diamonds (talk to 'em)
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| And anybody thought I fucked wit' dudes
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| Just lettin' me know- they took the short bus to school
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| Put some mills on that-
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| They say «Hip Hop Is Dead», but the real is back
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| Now how real is that?!
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| … I mean, uhhh
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| I don’t it’s no real nigga’s left (nahhh)
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| I’m feeling like it’s no real nigga left (ah huh)
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| Or maybe all the real nigga’s just left- or
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| Or maybe I’m the last real nigga left |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Real Nigga Left , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Mood Muzik Vol. 3.5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп