start to fuck up Steady callin' his shots, but steady leavin' a trail So sit back peep my game, I got a story to tell I came from a gang with niggaz
the right amount of pressure, them thangs look free I'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need
pull cards like Vegas, clap my hands then walk away From the table with ya payment How I'm paid? Niggaz are barely a village I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip A
(Scarface) Hotel, motel, deep up in a hoe's tail Pussy smellin sweeter than a half a key a dope smell Knock that top back, told her I'd be right back
whole life's been a po' ball You did yours, and it's not your fault Tell my grandmother those words too She knows I'm headed to a better place That'
after dressing me in clothes Then I met the problem that I owed At 3 o'clock, what-what, nine seven O Was the birth of a dying species and this I know
in the game, for the street, these blocks and thugs With a pistol grip shotgun to box someone And it's a thin red line between what was and aint Got a
a mule I admit I use to sell rocks, but that was back in school Now I just do music, and smoke a little weed but not enough to run a dope house, so
a motherfuckin' bitch So when you see a nigga on the flip duke I'll flip you, you must be smokin' dip fool Nothin' but a bitch fool Means, means you a
war, so I suggest you call on your troops Army fatigues ain't shit, 'cause y'all don't shoot I'm a Rap-A-Lot mobster, callin all the shots from a underboss
and we down tah bust I'm #1 Too many niggaz takin' rap for a joke You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke Rhyme about fly bitches Dayton a
shit? I gotta have it Like the Roy Jones - you see this money get me hungry like a wolf And when a nigga hungry I'm a wolf That's when I start my rage
'll offer y'all a day of atonement, cause 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
if ya real like me Throw ya hoods in da air so da whole wide world can see Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed Last of a dying breed If ya
But the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed Hey, hey, hey there goes a fellow in a ten-gallon hat High heeled boots and a lariat Six
s name was Ray. Ray was a farm boy, a cowboy an' a banker. A clerk, a roughneck, a driller, A long-haul driver, a soldier an' a mechanic. He was also a
