(feat. Trick Daddy)
[Verse 1]
I'm not a thug

No, no, no, no
I'm not a gangsta
But I won't hesitate

To @@#! back, bust and point blank ya
Lord thank ya
I'm like that !@%!e and weed

When it burn slow
Mother$#&@er I'll stank ya
Thats what I been

Taught on these streets
Aint a god damn thing
That can't be bought on these streets

You want a life gone
That could be done
I'm like a ^!$$% that did ten years

I'm eager to come
In the game
And do more than entertain

I'm loco in the brain
I'm that man with the methods
And I always bring the pain

They know me out here
All these (*##$es cocaine
Cause they blow me out here

I'm always out here
Y'all keep it real
But I keep it realer

Ima make my first mill off the deal
But I'm still gon be labeled
A cuban dope dealer

I'm just statin the facts
Mother$#&@er


[Chorus]
I hang with Puerto Ricans and
Haitian killers and

Cuban dope dealers
And these here my ^!$$%z
I ride for 'em

And god dammit I'd die for 'em [2X]

[Verse 2]

I got that really foul
Kung flo flow
I'm tryna get that really foul

Kung do doe
But you dont know me homie
So dont judge me

I rep the real Miami
Thats why the city loves me
The feds wanna bug me

Haters wanna slug me
I thank God
Cause he's the only thing thats above me

Y'all gon feel me till it hurts
Like
Losin your family over someone elses 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 %#@!
For a balloon just to get it in

This is what was fed to him
This is why the game let him in here
Being me (me)

Being Pit (Pit)
Being It
Pitbull and Trick (Trick)

Both from the down south
(*##$ we from the bottom, %#@!

[Chorus]


[Verse 3 - Trick Daddy]
Lord your son got problems
And I know that you know
Cause you made this all possible
I live a dangerous $$# life you know

So I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals
Thank God for the thugs too
He understand what these drugs do
He wanna see us all pull through
But only if ^!$$%z in the hood knew

Hell, prayin ain't wrong
But the sqeezin trigger
Could you go kill a innocent man
While these weak ^!$$%z grillin his end
They tellin ya dawg

Reducin they buisness
If I wasnt doin this
Then I'd go do him in
Cause if he was dead
He couldnt say he knew me then
For them ^!$$%z who lie

When they pull me in
Its in the same older cell that they threw me in
And I just pray for 'em

[Chorus]