Last Of A Dying Breed (Move The Crowd) Lyrics

Ludacris

Theater Of The Mind

Lyrics to Last Of A Dying Breed (Move The Crowd)
Last Of A Dying Breed (Move The Crowd) Video:
(feat. Lil Wayne)

[amazing intro...]

[Ludacris:]
Luda!..
I hadn't 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 ground 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 `oaster,
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,
Edibale like they call me Jack,
Fuck that pipe and start `ack,
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 that little bring-you-back,
I mean now did i think of that,
I just buy my self some time,
Some one could throw me a suprise party for every rhyme,
Everytime I do it,
I do it dity like slime,
For the dirty and fine,
Hip Hop I'm alive!

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
This is music muscle mania,
my verse on steriods,
Probably planes,
I'm the Jet-son like Elroy,
Flyin' through the sky at amazin' speeds,
We on the super man cush and that amazin' weave,
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 fit it,
I'm not eco but I'm so sick wit it!
That my flow got the flu,
Hoes I gotta pue,
But I'm stingey with the doe,
I'm like no not the 'U'
What the fuck was you thinkin!
Off what I'm thinkin',
Me and Wayne on that lead,
What the fuck 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 up to no good,
And it's important that you make it understood?...

[Chorus]
Songwriters: Bridges, Christopher Brian / Carter, Dwayne / Coleman, Wyatt / Fowler, Youtha(Dj Nabs) / Griffin, W / Barrier, E / Donaggio, Giuseppe / Napier-Bell, Simon / Pallavicini, Vito / Wickham, Vicki
Publisher: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., SPIRIT TWO MUSIC OBO CURCI USA MUSIC PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group
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