Ludacris "Last of a Dying Breed (Move the Crowd)" |
[Ludacris:] Luda!.. I don killed so many niggas in the booth, I sell rappers on e-bay, Soldiers couldn't cause more disaster on D-Day, Haters better cover up their jon like freeway Cause every hit record's been instant like replays, Hold the line I got yo moma on 3-way, Tell her Luda's got more records than a DJ, Tell her she should blow me like candles on yo B-Day, Cause I signed more lines than she's passed on da freeway, Mo' checks than you ever could imagine, Mo' wood up in ma wippin', Than a forest full of cabins, And yes I stay high on that purple like Aladdin, Them women say I talk more game than Jon Madden, Howd it happen howd dey let me in the booth, How dey let these rappers lie, How dare I tell the truth! I'm the truth, and these other boys phoney, It's a movie so act like you know me... [Chorus - Ludacris] Im a resist till the death, So I got whatchya need, Ludacris, I'm the last of a dying breed, And we almost extinct, So I'm saying it loud, Say it with me: 'MC please move the crowd' Say it with me: 'MC please move the crowd' Say it with me: 'MC please move the crowd' .. [DJ... ing] [Lil Wayne] I got it baby! And I`m a MC, I move the [crowd] like Moses, Like the Red Sea, I wear red like roses, Go against me and you be dead like roses, Spittin` at yo head for the bread like toastas, Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap, And hip-hop aint dead it just had a heart attack, But you see I keep it pumpin, Yeah I got that hard back, So just call me little carter, Or little cardiac, Precious like an artifact, Valuble like a quarterback, [Hannibal] like they call me Jack, [Throwback like a starta hat], And now did he thought a that, I mean now did he think a that I mean now did I think a that I`m like [a rental bring it back], I mean now did i think of that, I [surprise] my self some time, Some one could throw me a suprise party for every rhyme, Everytime I do it, I do it dirty like slime, For the dirty and fine, Hip Hop I'm alive! [Chorus] [Ludacris] This is music muscle mania, my verse on steriods, Private planes, I'm [on] the Jet-son like Elroy, Flyin' through the sky at amazin' speeds, We on the super man kush or that amazin' weed, The new bentley came out, My team said: Luda, get it! 20 thou says I'm the only nigga with it! New arrow on yo brain, like a A-town [fitted], I'm not [E-40] but I'm so sick wit it! That my flow got the flu, Hoes I gotta [few], But I'm stingey with the doe, I'm like no not [for you] What the f**k was you thinkin! Off what I'm [bankin], Me and Wayne on that [lean], What the f**k was you drinkin! Stinkin like that dead body off in da wood, So I snatched her like a weave coming off in da hood, And if you down for no bad, Then [we] up to no good, And it's important that you make it understood?... [Chorus] Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |