[b]Ludacris - Last Of A Dying
Breed[/b]
[Ludacris]
I done killed so many ****** in
the booth I sell rappers on ebay,
Soldiers couldn't cause more
disaster on D-Day,
Haters better cover up they jaw
like freeway,
Cause every hit records spit
instant like replay,
Hold the line i got ya momma on
3-way,
Tell her Ludas got more records
than the DJ,
Tell her she should blow me like
candles on ya B-Day,
Cause I've signed more lines then
shes passed on the freeway,
More checks then you ever could
imagine more wood up in my
whip then in a forest full of
cabins,
And yes i stay high on that purple
like Aladdin,
And Women say i talk more game
than John Madden,
How'd it happen how the let me
in the booth, how they let these
rappers lie how dare i tell the
truth!
Im the truth and these other boys
phony, Its a movie so act like ya
know me.
[Hook]
Im A Lyricist to the death so i got
what ya need, Ludacris, im the
last of a dying breed, And we
almost extinct so im saying it loud,
Say it with me, ( MCs move the
crowd) x3
[Lil Wayne]
I got it baby,
And im a MC i move the crowd
like moses,
Like the Red Sea i wear red like
roses,
Go against me and youll be dead
like roses,
Spittin at ya head full of bread
like toaster,
Never had a holster, I keep it on
my lap,
And Hip Hop aint dead it just had
a heart attack,
What you see i keep it pumpin
yeah i got that hard back,
Soldiers call me Little Carter or
Little Cardiac,
Precious like a artifact, Valuable
like a quarterback,
Edible like they call me jack, Fall
back like a starter hat,
Nah diddy thought of that, I
mean how diddy think of that, i
mean how did i think of that,
Now like a rental bring it back,
I mean how did i think of that, i
surprise myself sometimes,
Someone should throw me a
surprise party for every line,
Everytime i do what i do i do it
dirty like swine for the dirty and
fine hip hop im alive!
[Hook]
Im a little cist to the death and i
got what ya need, We2 F, the
last ofa dying breed, and we
almost extinct so im saying it loud,
Say it with me (Mcs move the
crowd) x3
[Ludacris]
This is music muscle mania, my
verses on steroids,
private planes im on the jet son
like elroy,
Flying through the sky at amazing
speed,
We on that superman kush or
that amazing weed,
The new Bentley came out my
team said LUDA GET IT,
20 thou says that im the only
***** WIT IT,
New Era on ya brain like a A-
Town Fitted,
And im not E-40 but im so sick wit
it,
Now my flow got the flu,
Hoes i gotta view, but im stingy
with the dough im like no not for
you,
What the **** was you thinking?
Off what im banking, Me and
Wayne on that lean what the ****
was you drankin?
Stinkin like a dead body up in the
woods,
So i stashed it like a weave
coming up in the hood,
And if you down for no bad then
we up to no good,
And its important that you make
it understood
[Hook:]
Im a lyricist to the death so i got
what ya need, Ludacris, the last of
a dying breed, and we almost
extinct so im saying it loud, say it
with me (MCs move the crowd) x3