| Oww, Luda!
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| I done killed so many niggaz in the booth I sell rappers on eBay
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| Cause every one of my verses been instant like replays
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| Speakers get blown like candles on yo' B-day
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| Cause Luda’s catalog got mo' records than the DJ
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| The bank yells «mayday» cause every day’s a payday
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| I put it on tape and then I’ll sell it like Ray J
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| But not out the sto', nope, straight to the buyer
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| Cause I slung 'em out my trunk like the D.C. sniper
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| And six albums later you’ll deposit every word
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| 'Til your memory bank gives me the credit I deserve
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| Top 5, damn right! |
| But really it just hit me
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| That three of yo' top 5's too scared to fuck with me
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| So how can I advance if you don’t give me no opponents?
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| How can you see the future if you livin' for the moment?
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| Hip-Hop couldn’t die, I never offer my condolence
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| But I’ll offer y’all a day of atonement, cause
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| I’m a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need
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| Ludacris, I’m the last of a dyin' breed
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| And we almost extinct, so I’m sayin' it loud
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| Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
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| Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
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| Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
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| M-MC means move, means move, means, m-m-move the crowd
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| I got it baby, and I’m an MC, I move the crowd like Moses
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| Like the Red Sea I wear red like roses
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| Go against me and you’ll be dead like roses
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| Spittin' at your head full of bread like toasters
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| Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap
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| And hip-hop ain’t dead, it just had a heart attack
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| But you see I keep it pumpin', yeah I got that heart back
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| So just call me Little Carter, or Little Cardiac
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| Precious like an artifact, valuable like a quarterback
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| Hannibal like they call me Jack, throwback like a Starter hat
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| Now how did he thought of that? |
| I mean how did he think of that?
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| I mean how did I think of that? |
| Now like a rental, bring it back
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| I mean how did I think of that? |
| I sit by myself sometimes
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| Someone should throw me a surprise party for every rhyme
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| Every time I do it, I do it dirty like swine
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| For the dirty and fine, hip-hop, I’m alive!
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| I’m a lyricist to the death and I got what you need
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| Weezy F, the last of a dyin' breed
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| And we almost extinct, so I’m sayin' it loud
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| Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
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| Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
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| Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
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| M-MC means move, means move, means, m-m-move the crowd
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| Oww, they say O’Reilly don’t like him, nope
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| Oprah won’t invite him, nope
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| The president denounced him no one will announce him, no!
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| Controversial lyrics like I’m cryin' for help
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| I’m very talented, but I should be ashamed of myself
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| But this is my art, art, this is my music
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| I’m speakin' from the heart, hit record and I’ll lose it!
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| Bite my tongue for no one, I’ll put you on blast
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| So all the news channels, y’all could kiss my ass!
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| And if I dish it I could take it, fix it if you break it
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| Could hit rock bottom and I’m still gon' make it, why?
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| Cause I’m a born hustler, natural survivor
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| Seed of a gangsta, I put that on my father
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| YouTube or Google me, turn it up and play it
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| Cause many people think it, I just had the balls to say it, what?
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| And risk losin' everything, I stand for the weak
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| Plus I live for my freedom of speech, cause
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| I’m a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need
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| Ludacris, I’m the last of a dyin' breed
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| And we almost extinct, so I’m sayin' it loud
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| Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
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| Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
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| Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
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| M-MC means move, means move, means, m-m-move the crowd |