Key: G# minorā¢
Verse 1
G#m
C#m
Yeah, ayy (ayy)
What the mothafuckin' business is,
Ayy, real niggas do real things, nigga (last of a dyin' breed,
last of a dyin' breed)
C#m
Fuck, man, they don't make niggas like they used to,
dawg (last of a dyin' breed)
Niggas tryna get a nigga sideways and shit,
It's real talk, nigga, fuck what you talkin' 'bout,
nigga (kickin' me, where ya at, nigga?)
(Ayy)
Verse 2
young thug nigga (yeah)
Only hang out wit' them criminals
I'm from even where dead
die (die)
For tryna do it big like the kid from Bedstuy
and I ain't scared
C#m
G#m
pre pared (that's right)
Lord have mercy,
twenty rounds in a clip (yeah)
Outta line get twenty rounds
Shoot first and ask questions
later (later)
the paper (yeah)
Got everything to gain and shit to lose
And a new forty- five that I'm
Verse 3
Said if ya real like me (like me)
G#m
Throw ya hoods in the air so the whole
C#m
G#m
wide world can see (ayy)
Last of a dyin' breed, last of a dyin' breed,
And if ya real like me (like me)
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just
Last of a dyin' breed, last of a dyin' breed,
Verse 4
Shit the whole world done seen what
I done before
I'm the reason outta towners
don't come no mo'
break down the whole thang
My nigga B.G. know Buck been
It's got to be in ya blood to be a thug
If I ain't makin' enough
We was born in it, not sworn in it
You can go against it or
Made my mark so the streets
gon' remember me
Now come and get it, nigga,
Cashville Tenakee, holla back
Verse 5
me (like me)
Throw ya hoods in the air so the whole
Last of a dyin' breed, last of a dyin' breed,
last of a dyin' breed
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just
Last of a dyin' breed, last of a dyin' breed,
last of a dyin' breed
Verse 6
we thought was real
O.G.'s was O.B's
'Cause they took pleas and
included G's like you and me
to set a trap
So in a short period,
they convinced the grand jury to allow a phone tap
Not once did they hear us mentionin'
Murder and a cocaine distributin'
vidends comin' in
I'm strict legit,
and better yet we too smart for ya'll bullshit
cars)
Hit your burglar alarms
And tell 'em hurry up and come
them niggas got guns
only fuck- niggas and cops died
First stage of a riot
Oh, you want to witness some shit
Fine bitch, be quiet
you tell 'em
And only witness that they had,
the bitch was layin' there dead
two shots to his head
'Cause he was workin'
for the feds
They had it out for us
For a bird that he got popped for
him (ride or die for him)
Better yet, you better kill 'em
'Cause I think he's gon'
be the bitch to tell 'em
But then again with out a witness
them bitches ain't got shit
Verse 7
Throw ya hoods in the air so the whole
Last of a dyin' breed, last of a dyin' breed,
last of a dyin' breed
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just
B
G#m
the way that it's gotta be
Last of a dyin' breed, last of a dyin' breed,
Outro 1
C#m
G#m
C#m
G#m
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsG#m C#m B
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