Joe Budden - Last Real n***a Alive lyrics

Look- Everybody wanna talk about who's the nicest A bunch of grown a** 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** around with them tigers Listen... [Hook] I don't think its no real n***as left (ah huh) I feeling like its no real n***as left (ohhhh; nahhh) Or maybe all the real n***as just left- or Or maybe I'm the last real n***a left See I don't understand why n***a's act this hard Some n***as is "BALLLLIN" with the practice squad They don't holla at'cha mans Cause n***a hit and run like Carmelo, I'm a**umin' 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**hhes wanna know what's his AIM name n***as 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 a** n***as, I'm WAY past n***as Treat me like a Prince, Morris Day a** n***as Hundred miles and runnin', duckin' a court summons Albums? Just one in!; Livin' like Mr. Drummond n***a'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***a's left (nahhh) I'm feeling like it's no real n***a left (ah huh) Or maybe all the real n***a's just left- (ok) Or maybe I'm the last real n***a left He wanna pop sh**, about how he co*k 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***a, known you since high school I made n***as, aside from that I'm a made n***a Sent you to the store for me, you was like my maid n***a You outta ya league, you f**in' wit a Don These Urkel a** n***a'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**h n***as 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***a's left (nahhh) I'm feeling like it's no real n***a left (ok) Or maybe all the real n***a's just left- or Or maybe I'm the last real n***a left You ma'f**az 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** Y'ALL! And this impotent disses, ain't even gotta get up for If I wanted you dead, I'd hire a n***a Ain't gettin' my hands dirty, tryna fire at n***as (and- sooooo) f** dustin' off the Mack again When you meet your Final Destination, its gon' look like a accident n***as 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***as wanna rock these Blood Diamonds (talk to 'em) And anybody thought I f**ed 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***a's left (nahhh) I'm feeling like it's no real n***a left (ah huh) Or maybe all the real n***a's just left- or Or maybe I'm the last real n***a left