paroles de chanson Last of a Dying Breed - Trick Daddy , Young Buck , Young Jeezy

(Yeah) ay (ay) motherfuckin' business is, nigga (yeah)
Ay, real niggas do real things, nigga (last of a dying breed)
Fuck, man, they don't make niggas like they used to, dog (last of a dying breed)
Niggas tryna get at a nigga sideways and shit, nigga (ay)
It's real talk, nigga, fuck what you're talkin' 'bout, nigga (ay)

Welcome to the life of a young thug nigga (yeah)
Only hang out with them criminals and drug dealers, ay
I'm from even where the dead die (die)
I'm tryna do it big like the kid from Bed-Stuy

I see death around the corner and I ain't scared
I got a Carbon 15, and I'm fully prepared (that's right)
Lord, have mercy, 20 rounds in the clip (yeah)
Outta line, get 20 rounds in your hip (ay)

Shoot first and ask questions later (later)
The answer is it was all about the paper (yeah)
Everything to gain and shit to lose
And a new 45 that I'm dyin' to use (yeah)

Said if you're real like me (like me)
Throw your hoods in the air, so the whole wide world can see (ay)
Last of a dying breed (last of a dying breed)
Last of a dying breed

And if you're real like me (like me)
Keep that thang on your hip, that's just the way that it's gotta be
(That's the way that it's gotta be, baby)
Last of a dying breed (last of a dying breed)
Last of a dying breed

I done seen niggas come and go
Shit, the whole world done seen what I done, done before (yeah)
We do anything when the funds is low
I'm the reason outta-towners don't come no more (no)

Let me show you niggas how to break down the whole thing
My nigga B.G. know Buck been a bird man (aight)
It's got to be in your blood to be a thug
If I ain't makin' enough, I'ma jack my plug

We was born in it, not sworn in it
You can go against it, or you can join with it
Made my mark, so the streets gon' remember me (yeah)
Now, come and get it, niggas, Cashville, ten-a-key, holla back

Said if you're real like me (like me)
Throw your hoods in the air, so the whole wide world can see (ay)
Last of a dying breed (last of a dying breed)
Last of a dying breed

And if you're real like me (like me)
Keep that thang on your hip, that's just the way that it's gotta be (ay)
(That's the way that it's gotta be, baby)
Last of a dying breed (last of a dying breed)
Last of a dying breed

Some of the dudes we thought was real OGs was OBs
'Cause they took pleas that included G's like you and me
The first step was goin' to set a trap
So in a short period, they convinced the grand jury to allow phone taps

And if they listen in, not once did they hear us mentionin'
Murderin' or cocaine distributin'
Through all that, was dividends comin' in
I'm straight legit, and better, yet we too smart for your bullshit

Callin' all cars (callin' all cars) hit your burglar alarms
And tell 'em hurry up and come, them niggas got guns
Man down, shots fired
Only fuck niggas and cops died, first stage of a riot (first stage of a riot)

And them fucks couldn't sneak by us (sneak by us)
Oh, you wanna witness some shit? Fah, bitch, be quiet
'Cause they only got what you tell 'em
And the only witness that they had, the bitch was layin' there dead

Shot in the street all red
With two shots to his head 'cause he was workin' for the feds
And the last informant informed us they had it out for us
For a bird that he got popped for

So ride or die for him (ride or die for him) better yet, you better kill him
'Cause I think he gon' be the bitch that tell 'em
And he probably done already told 'em
But then again, without a witness, them bitches ain't got shit

Said if you're real like me (like me)
Throw your hoods in the air, so the whole wide world can see (ay)
Last of a dying breed (last of a dying breed)
Last of a dying breed

And if you're real like me (yeah, ay)
Keep that thang on your hip, that's just the way that it's gotta be (ay)
(That's the way that it's gotta be, baby)
Last of a dying breed (last of a dying breed)
Last of a dying breed