*featuring Trick Daddy
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[Verse 1]
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I'm not a thug
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No, no, no, no
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I'm not a gangsta
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But I won't hesitate
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To cock back, bust and point blank ya
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Lord thank ya
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I'm like that coke and weed
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When it burn slow
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Motherfucker I'll stank ya
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Thats what I been
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Taught on these streets
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Aint a god damn thing
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That can't be bought on these streets
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You want a life gone
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That could be done
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I'm like a nigga that did ten years
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I'm eager to come
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In the game
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And do more than entertain
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I'm loco in the brain
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I'm that man with the methods
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And I always bring the pain
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They know me out here
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All these bitches cocaine
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Cause they blow me out here
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I'm always out here
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Y'all keep it real
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But I keep it realer
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Ima make my first mill off the deal
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But I'm still gon be labeled
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A cuban dope dealer
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I'm just statin the facts
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Motherfucker
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[Chorus]
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I hang with Puerto Ricans and
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Haitian killers and
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Cuban dope dealers
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And these here my niggaz
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I ride for 'em
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And god dammit I'd die for 'em [2X]
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[Verse 2]
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I got that really foul
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Kung flo flow
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I'm tryna get that really foul
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Kung do doe
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But you dont know me homie
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So dont judge me
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I rep the real Miami
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Thats why the city loves me
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The feds wanna bug me
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Haters wanna slug me
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I thank God
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Cause he's the only thing thats above me
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Y'all gon feel me till it hurts
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Like
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Losin your family over someone elses work
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Or
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Losin your case cause your co-defendent chirped
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Or
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Losin your brain cause them thangs done burped
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It gets worse
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This is for those
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That'll never see the sun again
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That'll pick through shit
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For a balloon just to get it in
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This is what was fed to him
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This is why the game let him in here
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Being me (me)
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Being Pit (Pit)
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Being It
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Pitbull and Trick (Trick)
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Both from the down south
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Bitch we from the bottom, shit
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Trick Daddy]
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Lord your son got problems
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And I know that you know
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Cause you made this all possible
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I live a dangerous ass life you know
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So I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals
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Thank God for the thugs too
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He understand what these drugs do
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He wanna see us all pull through
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But only if niggaz in the hood knew
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Hell, prayin ain't wrong
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But the sqeezin trigger
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Could you go kill a innocent man
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While these weak niggaz grillin his end
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They tellin ya dawg
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Reducin they buisness
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If I wasnt doin this
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Then I'd go do him in
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Cause if he was dead
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He couldnt say he knew me then
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For them niggaz who lie
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When they pull me in
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Its in the same older cell that they threw me in
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And I just pray for 'em
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[Chorus]
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Melting Pot
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Pitbull |