Artist/Band:
Ludacris
Lyrics for Song: Last of a Dying Breed (Move the Crowd)
Lyrics for Album: Theater of the Mind [2008]
[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]
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