The conspiracy theory I knew this nigga who's sittin', on the dock on the bay Had plans of gettin' rich so he was plottin' with Jay This motherfucker
C'mon, yeah, Face Mob, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh His name is Jigga, yeah, what's happenin' baby? Wsup, wsup witcha? Tryin' to get this loot Yeah, know what
I got a headache this big Word up, word up, word up It's kinda hot in here Word up, word up, word up Funk Doc, word up, Scarface, yo, yo It can't be
(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
The beginning, the ending, of my time What we fail to realize Is that we runnin' outta time Do we ever be born again In my time of dying It's like I
dying species and this I know The truth was in my bloodline, planted in my seed The last of this muthafuckin' breed The last of this muthafuckin' breed
[Verse 1] I got a problem how you do that there It's been thirteen years and ain't went nowhere Still, one of the coldest ever done this shit And aint
[Scarface] Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see Do you think I'm cra-zy??? (AAAAAGHHH!! Just bein me) Sometimes I wanna die, maybe I'll be free
Stupid ho's that I use to fuck around wit' Way back, see a nigga now and they say that I changed Put another notch in the game You watchin' the range,
[Scarface] It's like this, y'all niggaz been invadin my turf Ignore examples I've set while ya play the dirt It's only one thing to do now, and that's
Yo Pop Let's jump in the fight game boy My nigga Bun B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with
[Scarface] Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... you better watch ya
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, so
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 real
after my family My fate's the blood in me No one grows old in this household We are a dying breed No one grows old in this household We are a dying breed
[Music: Pat Johnson] [Lyrics: Pat Johnson] A view from the outside apportioned grief Cut the down time enforced rage Mock the carnage Lost life Grinning
