Текст песни Last Real Nigga Left - Joe Budden
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It's,
it's,
it's
It's
what?
It's
that
on
top
music
Look
Everybody
wanna
talk
about
who's
the
nicest
A
bunch
of
grown
men
in
a
midlife
crisis
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
there's
no
real
niggas
left
I'm
feeling
like
it's
no
real
niggas
left
Or
maybe
all
the
real
niggas
just
left,
or
Or
maybe
I'm
the
last
real
nigga
left
See
I
don't
understand
why
niggas
act
this
hard
Some
niggas
is
ballin'
with
the
practice
squad
They
don't
holla
at'cha
mans
'Cause
niggas
hit
and
run
like
Carmelo
I'm
assumin'
they
in
La-La
Land
I'm
talking
BLOCKA,
man,
ten
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
(oh)
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
J.C.
murder
rate'll
be
increased
Throw
a
nice
suit
on
'em,
and
let
'em
be
in
peace,
geez
I
don't
think
there's
no
real
nigga's
left,
nah
I'm
feeling
like
it's
no
real
nigga
left
Or
maybe
all
the
real
nigga's
just
left,
okay
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"
(nah)
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
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
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
think
there's
no
real
nigga's
left
(nah)
I'm
feeling
like
it's
no
real
niggas
left,
okay
Or
maybe
all
the
real
nigga's
just
left,
or
Or
maybe
I'm
the
last
real
nigga
left
You
motherfuckers
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
so)
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
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,
uh
I
don't
think
there's
no
real
nigga's
left,
nah
I'm
feeling
like
it's
no
real
nigga
left
Or
maybe
all
the
real
nigga's
just
left,
or
Or
maybe
I'm
the
last
real
nigga
left
Альбом
Mood Muzik Vol. 3.5
1 Dear Diary
2 Hiatus
3 Family Reunion (feat. Fabolous, Ransom & Hitchcock)
4 Get No Younger (feat. Ezo)
5 All Of Me
6 Long Way to Go
7 Thou Shall Not Fall
8 Ventilation
9 Warfare
10 Roll Call
11 Secrets (feat. Emanny)
12 Send Him Our Love
13 Talk 2 Em
14 Invisible Man
15 Still My Hood
16 Last Real Nigga Left
17 My Life
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