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]