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Joe Budden - Last Real Nigga Left *MP3*
« on: March 20, 2007, 01:41:43 AM »
http://www.zshare.net/audio/joe_budden-last_real_nigga_left_revised-mp3.html

Not really feeling it, but I'm posting it nonetheless.

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Re: Joe Budden - Last Real Nigga Left *MP3*
« Reply #1 on: March 20, 2007, 01:54:11 AM »
(Verse 1)
Look, Everybody wanna talk about who'se the nicest.
A bunch of grown men in a midlife crises. Uuuh.
I don't really see what all the hype is.
You got some G money riding around in them cryslers?
I guess they still sleeping. bad case of the Itis
Be Siegfried & Roy fuck around with the tigers.

(Chrous)
Listen. I don't think theres no real niggas left.(Uh Huh)
I'm feeling like theres no real niggas left. (Nah)
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 Balling with the practice squad
They don't holla at ya mans
'Cause niggas hit and run like Carmello. I'm assuming they in La-La Land.
I'm talking BAKA! man.
Ten deep in that Dolla' van. And won't leave till you Aqua Man.
I done seen it all.Done it all. What they gonna tell Dude?
Once you try and Marry the Game. They Sean Bell you
Rather you in BellView. Cops wanna derail dude.
Like Jenny Aniston up in that Hotel Room.
One man chain gang. Bitches wanna know whats his Aim Name.
Niggas wanna see about his aim game.
All this yapping about holding M's.
Get your weight up. You Looking like the Olsen twins.
A bunch of fake ass niggas. I'm way past niggas.
Treat me like a prince. Morris Day ass niggas.
Hundred miles and running. Ducking a court summons.
Albums just One and living like Mr. Drummond.
Niggas gonna learn about putting me in they speech.
When they Dead presidents, They owner be impeached.
The JC murder rate will be increased.
Throw a nice suit on 'em and let him Be in peace. Geez

(Chrous)
I don't think theres no real niggas left.(Nah)
I'm feeling like theres no real niggas left. (Uh huh)
Or maybe all the real niggas Just left (Or)
Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left.

(Verse 2)
He wanna pop shit. About how he cock it, it's gossip.
Stop it. Ain't Nothing about you that say's "Brolic"
I hear your little freestyles, talking about you buy Tools
You just a little 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 out of your league, you fucking with a don.
These Urkel ass niggas is turning into Stephan
Got hungry B. You scrub money to me
You living with moms. You more like Bud Bundy to me.
Might clap him up. Revlove him. You like my Lil' Scrappy.
You don't want no problems. He broke. you can't rob him.
It's Joe. You can't stop him. Not unless the feds grab me.
You want 60 minutes? Treat 'em like Ed Bradley.
And his squad know. I'm riding on horses.
Yours is like Barbaro. How you want part of Joe?
You can't get in this game. Maybe at half time.
You not a live wire. More like a flatline.
You living in a mean world.
Bitch niggas sitting around hoping for a deal
I'm calling 'em all Dreamgirls
Clap Joe? Never the day.
And before you put my name in your mouth, have something better to say.
I Mean.

(Chrous)
I don't think theres no real niggas left.(Nah)
I'm feeling like theres no real niggas left. (Okay)
Or maybe all the real niggas Just left (Or)
Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left.

(Verse 3)
Motherfuckers Making me laugh. At least, chuckle.
Weight of the world on Him. Knees won't even buckle.
And dudes think they causing an uproar. FUCK YA'LL
And these impitent disses, Ain't even gotta get up for.
If I wanted you dead, I'd hire a nigga.
Ain't getting my hands dirty trying to fire at niggas
(SO!) Fucking dusting off the Mac again.
When you meet your Final Destination, It's gonna look like an accident.
Niggas ain't making it hot. They might sizzle.
And don't confuse Making it Rain with Light Drizzle.
Care less about what Chart he on.
I'm so far beyond with a heart like Omarion for your MariCons
Underground legend. Ahead by Eons.
Fitted. White Tee on. Couple hundred G's on.
Pion. Pion. Skate off in your Scion.
I'm couging up Acid. You spitting up Frion.
Send slugs flying.
Have your brain leaking on your chain since niggas wanna rock
these blood diamonds
And anybody thought I fuck with dudes.
Just letting me know they took the short bus to school.
Put some Mills on that. Think Hip Hop is dead.
But the real is back. How real is that?
I mean.


(Chrous)
I don't think theres no real niggas left.(Nah)
I'm feeling like theres no real niggas left. (Uh huh)
Or maybe all the real niggas Just left (Or)
Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left.