Ludacris

[fox69]

"Last Of A Dying Breed (Move The Crowd)"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Last Of A Dying Breed (Move The Crowd)"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[amazing intro...]

[Ludacris:]
Luda!..
I done 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 momma 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 the 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,
How'd it happen how'd they let me in the booth,
How they 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):]
I'm a lyricist till the death,
So I got what you 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 means move the crowd'
Say it with me: 'MC means move the crowd'
Say it with me: 'MC means 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 toasts,
Never had a holdster,
I keep it on my lap,
And hip-hop ain't dead it just had a heart attack,
But you see I keep it pumping,
Yeah I got that hard back,
So just call me little carter,
Or little cardiac,
Precious like an artifact,
Valuable like a quarterback,
Hannibal like they call me Jack,
Fall back like a starter hat,
Now how did he thought a that,
I mean now did he think a that
I mean now did I think a that
Now like a rental bring-it-back,
I mean now did i think of that,
I surprise myself sometime,
Some one could throw me a suprise party for every rhyme,
Everytime I do it,
I do it dirty like swine,
For the dirty and fine,
Hip Hop I'm alive!

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Ow, they say O'Reilly don't like him, nope
Oprah won't invite him, nope
The president denounced him 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

But this is my art, art, this is my music
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
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
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

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Let's Stay Together"

"Let's Stay Together"


[Chorus: x2]
Everybody breaking, breaking Up...
Let's stay together, (together [x2])
Let's stay together Yea!

[talking: Ludacris]
Yea! tell Y'all a lil' story right quick man, LUDA!

[Verse 1:]
First the Fat Boyz break up,
Now everyday I wake up,
Somebody done call it quits,
Shit I thought Bobby and Whitney stay together forever if they made it that long,
I guess the drugs weren't that strong
And now it's Russel and Kimora even Jordan and Wanita
And to top it off Brad left Jen for Angelina!
What the hell is going on in this World?!
This just can't be! If Will and Jada can do it, then why can't we?!
Hillary is still with Bill Clinton,
How did they do it? He got his dick sucked and the whole damn world knew it!
Now Paul McCartney losing half of his life,
All because he got divorced from his wife,
Somebody said "it's cheaper to keep her",
But not in K-Fed's case (nope!)
'cause Britney even had to pay for K-Fed's case (Cha-Ching!) Nick and Jessica, Trina and Wayne
And if you broke up with your girl I know you feelin' the pain because...

[Chorus:]
Everybody's breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Common!
Everybody's breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall

[Verse 2:]
First it was Shaq and Kobe (yea), then Iverson and Philly (yea),
T.O. and Mcnabb (yea), even Game and 50 (yep!),
I guess sometimes you gotta let the past be the past (past),
But I'd give a hundred thou' to see Jay with Dame Dash,
B.G. with Lil' Wayne (yea!), Juvenile and Turk (yea!),
Mannie Fresh with Baby (un huh),
How can we make it work? Crunchy with 3-6 (yea!),
Diamond with Crime Mob (yea!), Lauryn Hill with the Fugees (what?!),
Remy with Terror Squad (Woo!), Lil' Kim back with C's and Snoop with More Dre,
Dre With Mo-Big Boys, CD's with Mo-Plays,
Tribes with no Quest, Salt with no Pepa,
Even the Eagles broke up and got the Fuck back together,
Selling millions of copies And getting that cash
And Raz B said "Chris Stokes was getting that Ass", I don't even understand it,
What the hell went wrong? Maybe folks will wise up and take heed to this song because...

[Chorus:]
Everybody's breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Common!
Everybody's breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall (I can't take it, Oh!)

[Verse 3:]
First Wu-Tang broke up, Now O.D.B. is gone,
Now I'm hearing Cam'ron don't talk to Jim Jones,
Who would've saw that Shit coming?
Certainly not me, or Tha Dogg Pound break up, or Goodie M-O-B,
then Shawnna almost jumped ship from DTP,
If Chingy left and came back
Then damn it why can't she?
We gotta think us of all for one
And one for all HIP HOP
United we stand divided we
Fall So why is?

[Chorus:]
Everybody breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Come on!
Everybody breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Come on!
Everybody breaking, breaking up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall
[faded Ending]

 

[fox69]

"Ludaversal (Intro)"

"Ludaversal (Intro)"


Mic check, 1 2
I'm just going to get right to it
Luda!

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when it come to getting lyrical
Murdering the rapper and killing beats nigga!
I'm cinematic making everybody panic
I be bustin' like a fully automatic feel the heat nigga!
We can battle in the Phantom in Atlanta the rover in Minnesota or the Arizona streets nigga
They sayin' all these offensive lines I snapback it's the quarterback sneak nigga!
One time for the sneak dissers Ol' puss ass fuckboys say my name!
Anybody coming at me know I never back down killing a rapper is my claim to fame!
You lame
And my flow is what expose in these hoes even on a nigga worst day
They say Luda don't want it no mo'
No nigga I'm as hungry as the first day
What you want how you want it you can get I'm the definition of a real g from the south side
The crime scene be the studio get the yellow tape and the chalk and I'm leaving everybody outline
I'm all about mine
Getting paid getting laid getting clothes getting hoes getting green back
Used be like everybody is a lil kid now Big Boy, outcast like three stacks
Laying all it in the Cadillac with a red bone giving me dome my music on with the seats back
Ludacris this is album number 8 and my pockets gonna be straight
Even if a nigga leak that
Timmy all up on the David Banner track with Janet Jack in the back like "Damn Luda freak that!"
Break it down like you dropping to the ground but we like the 808 in Atlanta so bring the beat back
Sample had to eat that
Couldn't control-alt or delete that
But put any other rapper on the track and I guarantee they'll never know how to treat that
I'm a boss I'm a king I'm a legend I'm a drill it in your head till you dose off
And I just so happen to be the type of rapper that make your women want to take her clothes off
So let's get to the action
Let's get to the show
I'm been getting to the Forbes list six year straight let's get to the do'
Shout out to the Luda Nation
All my fans just got live
And they waitin' for everybody to put me in the rapper category of ya top five

Let me get it back

Ever since I
Came in the game it ain't never been the same
Can't nobody do it like me
Is it ever gonna be another Luda you know that'll never happen that's highly unlikely
Knowing that I'm better than everybody you put me up against I'm in the hall of fame
So fuck call to call we can go bar for bar I'll put your name up on the wall of shame
And everyday is the same thing
Looking for another way for me to make paper
I think it's time for every single rapper to go to church
Whoever is my opponent you better pray first
They like "Luda why you rapping so fast?"
I'm like "Bitch why you listen too slow?"
I'm the truth in the booth and they can't keep up hardly cause I always hit em with a new flow
And the two door with the coup low with the Hublot off the window with the two low blades
From the top like judo listening to bruno on the way to school though getting kudos from a few hoes and they from the choose though
Cause I'm numero uno and the crew know it's a couple loop holes when it come to fluke hoes cause some of they pussy bite like kujo
But back to the you know who
I can't stop till you tell me I'm the greatest
If you need a reminder then put the whole song on repeat and continue to play this
Better turn your stereo louder
Listen up and let me preach
And let's get arrested for disturbing the peace

 

[fox69]

"Lyrical Healing"

"Lyrical Healing"


Ey man, if you got a problem with somebody
Whatever happened to approaching them?
Looking at em eye to eye
Too much tweefin' going on in this world
Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high
They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack
Rappers all in they feelings
Well here goes a little lyrical healing

And hip hop is, uh
Too many rappers gettin' sensitive
Ya'll should start a pussy ass nigga initiative
Cuz even when I'm not mic'd up
I'll fuck your life up
Come to your show when ya crowdsurfin' and hold a knife up
I tell your momma you ain't shit
I hope you skydive and all land in an alligator pit
Your album ain't shit, you couldn't sell it at an auction
Your five minutes is up, like Antoine Dodson
Meanwhile that Mary Jane got me wiser
And Mr. Jack Daniels is my spiritual advisor
Now everybody said I'm strapped and I'm too scary
And keep a hand under the pillow like the tooth fairy
Your favorite rapper say I'm sick and they ain't no antidote
They kidnapping my flows they ain't even leave a ransom note
Your shit is faker than the knockoff man
I'll make you niggas quit rappin' start a hot dog stand

 

[fox69]

"Mad Fo"
(feat. Meek Mill, Chris Brown, Swizz Beatz, Pusha T)

"Mad Fo"
(feat. Meek Mill, Chris Brown, Swizz Beatz, Pusha T)



[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
You know one thing I hate
It's when a person come up to me
Or I hear somebody say "it must be nice"
You know my answer that
Is "You must me a hater"
Tell me why you mad fo
Listen Luda we gotta keep it real boy
We gonna do it like this baby
Listen here you know what I'm saying

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Tell me what they mad fo
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo
Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo, hah?
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Time to start putting grown-ass men on time out
Go to the corner and cry somewhere man
Old insecure ass nigga
Your heart pump Kool-Aid man
What you mad at me for
Is it cause I got houses on every coast
Or that I'm on that Forbes list making rich rappers look broke
While they're blowing that smoke
I'm blowing a couple million
Making a killing stunting on impostors
Only rapper in the game with a Grammy and an Oscar
7-figure movie deals, 8 figure bank runs
And I'm still feeding the same hood that I came from
Any car that you got I've altready drove
Any chick that you hit, nigga I've already ho'd
Say it with your chest like these diamonds on my tongue
Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm
Air traffic control say "Ludacris is insane"
That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane
Fuck with me but nobody's fucking with me
Take in the sight of my cognac, more millions
Real G's chug it with me
If I'm happy there's no reason you should be sad for
So will somebody, can somebody please...

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Tell me what they mad fo
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo
Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo, hah?
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ha!
Is you niggas hating 'cause you mad
Or is you mad 'cause you hating?
Choose one, hater
Now if these niggas hating on me I'm a kill them dead
If I wasn't rapping I'd be probably be in the fifth
In the cell, getting mail, with a million dollar bail
But instead of counting blues, I'm a take this YSL
And this Gucci, and this Louis, Prada 'cause I'm hotter
I used to ball in Philly, with that nina and get dollars
I beefs up in my Bimmer, check aboard my collar
And when I check my bank account
I'm checking for them commas
I'm like all these niggas haters, all these bitches fucking
At 24 I went and bought a Ghost like it was nothing
At 25 I bought that Aston Martin, now we stunting
And you nigga still talking all this money shit you bluffing
You bluffing, you bluffing, I really think you bluffing
100, 000 dollars man them bottles we just crush 'em
Now tell me why you hating? You hating 'cause you mad?
Or is you mad because you hating, boy you sad

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Tell me what they mad fo
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo
Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo, hah?
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Ok, I see why you mad, I'm counting all this money
And I'm popping all these tags,
Hopping to it, Fucking bunnies
Real nigga, One hundred
You trying to do it, I done it
I spit sick on this rap shit
Make them sick to they stomach
I'm clean man, you hate
Mad 'cause I'm gonna keep it real with a real nigga
I got racks on racks, and a black Maybach
Call it black on black, cause I kill niggas
In the club all girls, no niggas don't talk to me
'Cause I ain't really trynna hear niggas
In the coupe it's the truth
And the roof go poof, vamoose
I can make it disappear nigga
See this the type of shit that I be saying
Just because I'm balling, that don't mean a nigga playing
Haters can blow me like a fan
Flyer than a bitch, I don't think I'm a ever land
But in the meantime, baby what's your plan
You can call me daddy but I can't be your man
Fiending like the addicts, when I pull it out they panic
Bitch I do damage, you gonna need an ambulance

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Tell me what they mad fo
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo
Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo, hah?
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo

[Verse 4: Swizz Beatz]
Showtime
Put one hand in the air if you know somebody
That's mad at you right now for no reason
Riding around in my jeep
Bumping that 2pac
I'm walking around in my hood
Cocked back two glocks
98 in my status
I came back I'm the baddest
Christian's on my feet
I told you I'm the baddest
All the way in Paris
Don't talk you'll get embarrassed
My watch is fucking nice
Yeah you get embarrassed
500 on them racks,
Pulled out them stacks
Mix this chocolate crazy
Droptop Maybachs
My life is just Ludacris
Sucka you just new to this
430s pulling up
God damn we do this shit
Chickens and the waffles
Chilling in the villa
Bumping Ludaversal
Getting that scrilla

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Tell me what they mad fo
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo
Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo, hah?
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo

[Verse 5: Pusha T]
Yuck!
Hey Luda, you know why these haters mad fo right?
The truth shall set you free
If you sellin' all the records and you fuckin' all the bitches
And you sit a top of the charts and you livin' out your wishes
With your chains all smothered and your watches all glittered
And your ghost and your phantoms all comin' home to visit
Or maybe cause your bitches was never really your bitches
With your baby mama fucking every rapper in the business
Niggas saying you was better when the drugs was in your system
Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison
Got you tweeting all stupid, is you skatin', is you dissin'
Found out your Ghost leased and your Phantom just rented
Won't need it in your name like Pac when he went missing
Makaveli lives on so I'm riding on you bitches
Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin' I was dealing
Stupid motherfucking five star, tatted on his ceiling
Bullseye, be that motherfucking target for this killing
Ain't y'all the motherfuckers with the millions?

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Tell me what they mad fo
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo
Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo, hah?
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo

 

[fox69]

"Mind Freak"
(feat. Criss Angel)

"Mind Freak"
(feat. Criss Angel)



[Criss Angel - Intro]
Yo it's Criss Angel.
I want to introduce you to the ultimate mind freak,
the conjurer, the prestedigitator, the supernaturalist Ludacris.

[Ludacris]
Abra cadabra, welcome to the Luda show
ladies feast your eyes on the great what it do you for
not much to hear me spit it how I live it
admit it that I'm gon kill it every chance I get it
and I'm too legit to quit it like hammer
telling my life behind bars like I've been rapping in the slammer
and other rappers slipping like they rapping on banana's
but Luda stay focused like I've been rapping for the camera's
I'm deeper than the mind of Minotaur
women say I stay harder than a rock like the rock of Gibraltar
thats why they like to blow me like they put me on a poster
and keep me by there side like they put me in a holster
I thought I told you, Luda's like magic
plus I steady get them starbucks like magic
so much money that these women won't leave
plus I got a couple other tricks up my sleeve
cos..

[Chorus]
it's Cris Mind freak in the back of a Roll's
I know magic pooof do away with your clothes
I know magic pooof do away with your clothes
I know magic pooof do away with your clothes
[repeated]

[Verse 2]
Voila, and for my next trick
I'm in the hood with my gang don't set trip
rep your side, throw it up like you bulimic
and if you got money like Stevie I've never seen it
broke bastards, these boys cashless
I'm on that green like Tiger Woods at the masters
I cause disaster like Doomsday
your whole life is a joke like April fools day
just kidding with cha, now here's the punchline
I eat rappers every verse thinks it's lunch time
I'm good under pressure, like when it's crunch time
I put your chick in handcuffs like one time
one rhyme will beat your whole damn album
one rhyme will make me sign on the X like Malcolm
the industry is rapping halfway and I'll house em
then skeet off with your girl, guess what, here's the outcome

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Luda, got more magic than in Orlando
and plenty rounds of ammunition like Rambo
try to compete and get played like a banjo
they really need to stop it like niggas wearing sandals
take another step and get annihilated
I'm on a roll as if my pupils were dilated
thank God I made it, I'm what they call the best
I rip your fucking heart out off what they call your chest
I'm a beast with it, disturb the peace with it
give me a beat and I'll have a lyrical feast with it
then throw it in the trash and let you finish last
your life is Scrooge like the ghost of Christmas past
and I'm the Grim reaper, prepare to meet your death
you see me on the tube, now meet me in the flesh
speaking of flesh once your girl is out of the sack
you can watch me pull a fat rabbit out of my hat
because...

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Money"
(feat. Rick Ross)

"Money"
(feat. Rick Ross)



("Money, forget the mo-ney")

[Chorus:]
("Money") The root of all evil deceivin'
Cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")
Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
("Get you some, money")

Hahaha, yeah...
My biggest gift and my curse
More money, more problems, tell me what's worse
Gettin' audited by the government, givin' up millions to the IRS
or havin' to take a paternity test from a BITCH I never met! (oh!)
I'm gettin' sued by my own family member (what?)
All cause my dog bit her
And she was the one who walked up and put her hand out and now she got her hand out
It's drivin' me crazy, almost as if this shit was planned OUT! (fuck~!)
What else can anybody do to me? It ain't new to me
when every time I turn around another money hungry motherfucker suin' me
Truthfully (ohh!) I've had it up to here
And it don't help that Forbes reports what I'm makin every year
They listen closely! And I was really simonized
that I was told to go to school, graduate and get a job
But I'm a hip-hop cash king, rapper from the South
And everybody wants the easy way out, and it's all for the

[Chorus]

Hahaha...
Yeah, rappers foreclosin' on their houses (fo'real)
Can't keep up the payments, they owe a couple hundred THOU-sand (oh!)
Say they makin' millions and bills steady pillin'
Diamonds on they neck, they kids' stomach out here growlin' (rrrr!)
Get your priorities in order nigga
You talk about it, but you really can't afford it nigga
That car you bought depreciated once you drove off
No wonder why baby momma wanna knock your FUCKIN' nose off! (BLAHH!)
Half the industry goin' bankrupt
You see 'em smilin' in the club with their drinks up (cheers)
Don't let that television fool ya
Off camera they sweatin' and stressin', my young students, let me school ya
The diamonds ain't worth half what you bought them for (no)
Soon all that Gucci don't fit and now you out of dough
One day your pocket's alright and now they all wrong
Fuck you gon' do when it's all gone? Talkin' 'bout the

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross:]
Lemme talk to these hoes, woadie

Uhh {"M-M-M-M"}
Uh, imagine bein' worth a 100 mil'
Your potentials of havin' a billion is only real
Images, more bitches and they named in your will
A new Mercedes, a baby, your aim was to chill
You choose a pussy or pop a bottle, grow half a mil'
All you wanted was some entertainment
All she wanted was some litigation
Exploitin' a simple penetration
Tellin' the courtroom that I'm being evasive
She wanted to walk into the SunTrust
She made me sign over my little son's trust
Take away the joy my little daughter brings
Bitch even wanted to take my daughter's rings
Misfortunes of a rich nigga
You watch BET while she look at the big picture
HUH! {"Maybach Music"}

[Chorus]

The best things in life are earned, not bought
Heheh...

 

[fox69]

"Money Maker"
(feat. Pharrell)

"Money Maker"
(feat. Pharrell)



[Hook (Pharrell / Ludacris):]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody about to pay you
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraid of
Shh...
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay you
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 1:]
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shaking it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make you
Might as well shake what you mama gave you

You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got j.o. on my right side pourin some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain't giving a fuck

So feel free to get loose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet..

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
you want to, but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...HEY
Luda...I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to top of your frame
And I...just wanna take a little ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..

Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...YUPP
Call me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block man....HEY
I'm just a bedroom gangster
And I been meaning to tell you that I really must thank you when you..

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been looking a little tipsy
So if you could just shake it a little this way
See I'm a member of the BBC
The original bread winner of DTP
And you the center of attention that's distracting the squad
Cause everybody in the camp is like OH MY GOD..she could

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mouthing Off"
(feat. 4-ize)

"Mouthing Off"
(feat. 4-ize)



[Ludacris]
Yeah, hah..
When it all come down to it we ain't have shit!
(Woo! Use your mouth, haha)
Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's like this

[Verse One]
I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but the crust
So you can feel what it's like, with instinct but no guts
A sac wit no nuts or a mack wit no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched
They call me Seymour Butts, cause I get mo' ass than most
They say I'm next and got that butter love, and get too close
Follow the leader cause I'm meaner than medula oblongota
My +Tribe's+ on more +Quests+ than +Midnight Marauders+
It's all piña coladas, no cops and robbers
Takin trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
I hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires
If you say I'm not nice, then youse a motherfuckin liar
Entitled to your Opini-ons, into the next millenium
So many +Major Coinz+ that I thought I had +Amil+lion

4-Ize.. 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize

[4-Ize]
Yo, I am goin to blow up the Earth
with my "pew-36 explosive space modulator"
Buddha be praised, you meditator
Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator
The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicater
The seperater of fiction, I spark friction
Smoking "Hay" without the +Crucial Conflict+ion
4-Ize prescription; microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic prediction, Egytian descripition
of my psychical, my flesh is weak and it's pitiful
Spiritiual is hooked up to the invisibile
umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Anti Christ Superstar
Rockin the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw
While I'm hittin trees - harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo
I kill villians in slow-mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo
Got nothin to lose, like I'm a boxcar hobo
When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo
Niggaz wanna clown; I'm +Homey+ and +Bozo+
Cause in the grand prize game my life callin like Jo-Jo
The name sticks like Toto
I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo
You similiar to a Spice Girl goin solo
You lost like BEBE, or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
We +Cop+ +Robo+, virgo
Bust ass like a motherfuckin homo, como estas?
Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos
Lego my Eggo cause I say so
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
Manifested, elevated, I uplifted
The elevator, the esclator
"That's not a knife? That's a knife!"
Crocodile Dundee the Alligator Rustler
Cause I hustle ya, under the +China+
+Big Trouble+, little sewer but still I find ya
Cause I'm stinky
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is blinky

[everybody cracks up laughing]

 

[fox69]

"Mouths To Feed"

"Mouths To Feed"


[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
Stop movin so slow - I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go - I got mouths to feed
Rain hail sleet snow - I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to GET TO THAT PAPER

[Ludacris]
Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary
Cause paychecks are comin up shorter than February
Can't get a real job, I never finished school
Can't get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes
But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle
And even Hogan Knows Best, I'm all about the muscle
I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green
I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends
And I'm a workin dream, I keep the circuit clean
See I'm the FUCKIN FUTURE~! I'm a workin machine
Don't trust a soul I'm the only one watchin my cream
So I stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Motherfucker I'm a monster in this game, I turn 20 into 50
50 to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley
A Bentley to a building and a building to a 'scraper
Can't keep up with the news but I get that Daily Paper
And youse a daily hater cause my foot game is major
After a while, crocodile, see you later alligator
My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giuseppes
Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirellis
A finger to the world, paid my dues and I'm ready
To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy
Million dollar deals makin moves on my celly
Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Wake up and smell the coffee, it's time to make the doughnuts
A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown-up
You ever threaten mines I won't resist to put the chrome up
My guns'll be like gang signs (ALWAYS GETTIN THROWN UP)
Atlanta put your zone up, we true to these streets
I got 12 hungry artists, whole CREW gotta eat
So hell NO I don't sleep, I'm like an Energizer battery
Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they salary
My momma quit her job and I retired my pops
Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops
I accept responsibility, they all pay rent
So if it don't make dollars then it don't make cents

[Chorus]