Melting Pot

Yeah, they can take off the handcuffs off now, too

Trick, Pit, Khaled, Miami

Movement, better said, revolution

Drop and we ain't got

Nigga (uh, uh)

I'm not a thug, no, no, no, I'm not a gangsta (uh-huh)

But I won't hesitate to cock back, bust and point-blank ya

Lord, thank ya, I'm like that coke and weed

When it burn slow, motherfucker, I'll stank ya

That's what I been, uh, taught on these streets

Ain't a goddamn thing that can't be bought on these streets (that's right)

You want a life gone, that could be done

I'm like a nigga that did ten years, I'm eager to come (whoo)

In the game and do more than entertain, I'm loco in the brain

I'm that man with the methods and I always brin' the pain

They know me out here, I call these bitches cocaine

'Cause they blow me out here, I'm always out here

Y'all keep it real, but I keep it realer

I'ma make my first mill off the deal

But I'm still gon' be labelled a Cuban dope dealer

I'm just statin' the facts, motherfucker

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers, and these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And goddammit, I'd die for 'em

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers, and these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And goddammit, I'd die for 'em (yeah, yeah, uh)

I got that really foul, kung flo (flo)

I'm tryna get that really foul, kung doe (doe)

But you don't know me, homie, so don't judge me

I rep the real Miami, that's why the city loves me, the feds wanna bug me

Them haters wanna slug me, I thank God

'Cause he's the only thing that's above me, above me

Y'all gon' feel me 'till it hurts like

Losin' your family over someone else's work

Or losin' your case 'cause your co-defendent chirped

Or losin' your brain 'cause them thangs done burped

It gets worse

This is for those that'll never see the sun again

That'll pick through shit for a balloon just to get it in

This is what was fed to him

This is why the game let him in here

Bein' me (me), bein' Pit (Pit), bein' It

Pitbull and Trick (Trick), both from the down south

Bitch, we from the bottom, shit

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers, and these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And goddammit, I'd die for 'em, uh

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers, and these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And goddammit, I'd die for 'em

Lord, your son got problems and I know that you know

'Cause you made this all possible

I live a dangerous ass life, you know

So, I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals

Thank God for thugs too, he understand what these drugs do

He wanna see us all pull through

But only if niggas in the hood knew, hell

Prayin' ain't wrong but the squeezin' trigger

Could you go kill a innocent man

While these weak niggas grillin' his end

They tellin' ya dawg reducin' they business

If I wasn't doin' this, then I'd go do him in

'Cause if he was dead, he couldn't say he knew me then

For them niggas who lie when they pull me in

It's in the same older cell that they threw me in

And I just pray for 'em (and I just pray for 'em)

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers, and these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And goddammit, I'd die for 'em, uh

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers, and these here my niggas, I ride for 'em

And goddammit, I'd die for 'em