Ludacris - Last of a Dying Breed (Original Version) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ludacris] Luda! I done k**ed so many n***as 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 record's been instant like replays Hold the line, I got yo' momma on 3-way Tell her Luda's got more records than the DJ Tell her she should blow me like candles on yo' B-day Cause I've signed more lines than she's pa**ed on the freeway More checks than you ever could imagine More wood up in my whip than in a forest full of cabins And yes I stay high on that purple like Aladdin And women say I talk mo' game than John Madden How'd it happen, how'd they let me in the booth? How they let these rappers lie, how DARE I tell the truth! I'm the truth, and these other boys phony It's a movie so act like you know me [Hook One: Ludacris] {w/ scratches by DJ Jaycee} I'm a lyricist to the d**h, so I got what you need Ludacris, I'm the last of a dyin breed And we almost extinct, so I'm sayin it loud Say it with me {*"MC means move the crowd" - Rakim*} Say it with me {*"MC means move the crowd" - Rakim*} Say it with me! {*"MC means move the crowd" - Rakim*} {*scratches: "M-MC means move, means move... m-move... move the crowd"*} [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I got it baby! And I'm an MC, I move the crowd like Moses Like the Red Sea I wear red like roses Go against me and you'll be dead like roses Spittin at your head full of bread like toasters Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap And hip-hop ain't dead, it just had a heart attack But you see I keep it pumpin, yeah I got that heart back So just call me Little Carter, or Little Cardiac Precious like an artifact, valuable like a quarterback Hannibal like they call me Jack, throwback like a Starter hat Now how did he thought of that? I mean how did he 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 rhyme Every time I do it, I do it dirty like swine For the dirty and fine, hip-hop, I'm alive! [Hook Two: Lil Wayne, Ludacris] {w/ scratches by DJ Jaycee} [W] I'm a lyricist to the d**h and I got what you need [W] Weezy F, the last of a dyin breed [W] And we almost extinct, so I'm sayin it loud [L] Say it with me {*"MC means move the crowd" - Rakim*} [L] Say it with me {*"MC means move the crowd" - Rakim*} [L] Say it with me! {*"MC means move the crowd" - Rakim*} {*scratches: "M-MC means move, means move... m-move... move the crowd"*} [Verse 3: Ludacris] This is music Musclemania, my verse is on steroids Private planes, I'm on the jet, son, like Elroy Flying through the sky at amazing speeds We on that Superman kush or that amazing weed The new Bentley came out, my team said, "Luda, get it!" 20 thou' says that I'm the only n***a wit it! New Era on yo' brain like a A-town fitted And I'm not E-40 but I'm so Sick Wid It That my flow got the flu, hoes I got a few But I'm stingy with the dough, I'm like "No not for you!" What the f** was you thinkin, off what I'm thinkin Me and Wayne on that lean, what the fu*k was you drinkin? Stinkin like a dead body off in the woods So I snatched her like a weave comin off in the hood And if you down for no bad, then we up to no good And it's important that you make it understood [Hook One]