Last Of A Dying Breed (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Lil Wayne)

Aowwww Luda I done killed so many niggas in the booth I sell rappers on eBay hey Cause every one of my verses been instant like replays hey Speakers get blown like candles on yo' B-day hey Cause Luda's catalog got mo' records than the DJ woo The bank yells MAYDAY cause every day's a payday I put it on tape and then I'll sell it like Ray J But not out the sto' nope straight to the buyer Cause I slung 'em out my trunk like the D.C. sniper And six albums later you'll deposit every word 'Til your memory bank gives me the credit I deserve Top 5, damn right But really it just hit me That three of yo' top 5's too scared to FUCK with me woo So how can I advance if you don't give me no opponents yeah How can you see the future if you livin for the moment yeah Hip-Hop couldn't die, I never offer my condolence But I'll offer y'all a day of atonement - cause Hook One: Ludacris {w/ scratches by DJ Jaycee} I'm a lyricist to the death, 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 3x {scratches: M-MC means move, means move... m-move... move the crowd} 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 Lil Carter, or Lil 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 five, hip-hop, I'm alive Hook Two: Lil Wayne, Ludacris {w/ scratches by DJ Jaycee} I'm a lyricist to the death and I got what you need Weezy F, 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 3x {*scratches: M-MC means move, means move... m-move... move the crowd*} Ludacris Aowwwww They say O'Reilly don't like him nope, Oprah won't invite him nope The president denounced him yeah no one will announce him no Controversial lyrics like I'm cryin for help I'm very talented, but I should be ashamed of myself woo But this is my art art this is my music hey I'm speakin from the heart, hit record and I'll lose it Bite my tongue for no one, I'll put you on blast blast So all the news channels, y'all could kiss my ass And if I dish it I could take it, fix it if you break it Could hit rock bottom and I'm STILL gon' make it why Cause I'm a born hustler, natural survivor Seed of a gangsta, I put that on my father YouTube or Google me, turn it up and play it hey Cause many people think it, I just had the balls to say it what And risk losin everything, I stand for the weak Plus I live for my freedom of speech - cause Hook One