Last Real Nigga Alive

[Hook x2] Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official [Verse 1] Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought "Kick In The Door" was for? But that's my heart, y'all still tripping off the Jigga shit Real niggas listen up and I'mma tell you how the whole thing start Off top I brung Queens up from hard times Rocking at the Fever, streets was all mine It was my version of the blues, dropping out schools The crack epidemic had rap representing the rules So I got in them shoes, tried 'em, wore them Wasn't a perfect fit so I couldn't sport 'em Young murderers ride, I knew all them Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warring I wrote it in my album I was 18 when Lake seen the Island, and Lord held me down and My surroundings started changing, I had a baby I was making my rounds with AZ Niggas started noticing my flow and was open when The Golden Child closed 'em in with more style than them older men Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang Snoop and Dre had a new thing So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects He let me drive it, before Ready To Die hit Big and I hit blunts performing at the Ark Next thing you knew, Big blew and all the balling starts He had Kim in his crew, I found Fox Only niggas in New York with number one charts Big was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon my niggas But dig it, they couldn't get along That's when Ghostface said it on the purple tape Bad Boy biting Nas album cover way Big told me Rae was stealing my slang And Rae told me out in Shaolin, Big would do the same thing But I borrowed from both them niggas Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with "Ain't No Nigga" Had much Versace swagger Big admired the Brooklynite and took him in as Iceberg the rapper Today don't know nothing, about this boss shit There's more shit than wanting to be this King of New York shit [Hook] [Verse 2] Rap became a version of Malcom and Martin Rest In Peace Will, Queensbridge live on There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song There's some missing pieces I had to leave out Had lost trust for Steve Stoute at some point til I got to know him We old friends, but what's loyal? Puff soaked Interscope offices With champagne bottles on Steve, and Steve thought the drama's on me Cause previously it would have been, against whoever Friends forever However, I learn, with some niggas it's all business But I'm a street dude with morals Then this nigga's with Jigga too much, he used to say Jay wanted my spot I laughed, stayed home, never hung a lot A quiet man who used to be alone planning Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn't stand it She hit the streets, later on she hitting the sheets With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinking he strong I taught her how to watch for cars who might follow Taught her street shit that I know Her weakness was shine yo But that's her, I ain't mad baby, it made me stronger Now I get my paper longer Illmatic I was boss, It Was Written I flossed One of the most creative LPs ever to hit stores In the Firm I learned I Am NaStradamus QB's Finest, Oochie Wally, faced more problems I gave it all up so I can chill at home with mama She was getting old and sick so I stayed beside her We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs I told her not til I see her health get more strong In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack Assassinate my character, degrade my hood Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go The Gam-B-I-N-O rules I understood What y'all want, see, I already had The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first shall be last I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper G-O-D S-O-N, they'll be none after I was Scarface, Jay was Manolo It hurt me when I had to kill him and his whole squad for dolo [Hook]