(feat. Lil Wayne)
[amazing intro...]


[Ludacris:]
Luda!..
I hadn't killed so many ^!$$%s 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,
$#&@ 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 ^!$$% 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 $#&@ was you thinkin!
Off what I'm thinkin',
Me and Wayne on that lead,

What the $#&@ 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]