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Pitbull - Miami Kid lyrics
[50 Cent]
 Yeah nigga! Ha ha
 Let's go nigga, this is what it is
 Tupac cut his head bald
 Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!)
 Tupac wear a bandana
 You wan' wear a bandana
 Tupac put a cross on his back
 You wanna put 2 crosses on yo' back
 Nigga you ain't Tupac... THIS is Tupac!
 [Verse One: 2Pac]
 They say more money and women are funny,
 but in this tragic endings I can make a million and still not
 get enough for spendin'
 And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell-bound
 I'd rather be buried than be worried diffrent than be held down
 My game plans to be trained well
 Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetary car
 I've been lost since my adolescent callin from Jesus
 Ballin' as a gangsta wonderin' if you see this
 Young black male crack sales got me three strikes
 Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die,
 Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listenin?
 Got my hands on my semi-shotgun, everybody's snitchin'
 Please God can you understand me, bless my family
 Guide us all before we fall into insanity
 I'm makin' a point for all my people to be warlike
 Buy some shit to have you stupid bitches all tight
 [Chorus]
 Go niggas wanna get on thats right
 I gots some niggas in my click that make they muthafuckin' jaws tight now
 Go niggas wanna get on thats right
 I gots some niggas in my click that make they muthafuckin' jaws tight now
 [Pitbull]
 I'm doing the impossible
 I gotta big flow thats unbelievable,
 I'm achieving the unachievable
 I'm taking over like coke and baking soda
 The streets are waiting for me
 but for those who dont know me dont hate on me come on homie
 Pitbull - Miami Kid - http://motolyrics.com/pitbull/miami-kid-lyrics.html
 Ya'll should know me better
 dont be mad cause im a go getter from the bottom of NY to LA
 Cubans and Essays and old school Chevys
 Blacks and Hispanics getting money I know yall cant stand it
 That's why I say fuck 'em that just gives me more reason to buck 'em
 If you're felling lucky, then dog, press your luck
 And watch how quickly you get stuck I'll make sure when they hoes you down
 You wont get up, Dade County back that up.
 For building me the way I've been built to the day I get killed
 I'ma get money and run through bitches like rigid stilts
 Chamberling emptied the chamber in in your face
 and leave your brains outa place
 thats what happens to slow niggas that think they can
 live life at a fast pace
 to them boys on the way to Tennesse listening to MJ
 G breaking there verse down in Eightballs
 Be careful with them keys
 Don't hesitate to squeez watch out from them feds
 'cause they hate ya'll
 Bank accounts over seas when them Feds come for me
 all they gonna find is CDs and tapes, dog
 Sipping hypnotic and hennessy I know ya'll envy me
 but l wont let my tallent go to waste, dog.
 [50 Cent]
 Now since you're cryin for mercy I promise
 My success'll be the death of you
 Lo and behold you sold your soul
 Nigga there's nuttin left of you
 Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?
 If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true?
 Motherfucker, I sat back and watched
 You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot
 But you're not NOW!
 I see it so clear
 You can't take the pressure, you pussy
 I warned you not to push me
 You see me and chills run up your spine
 Hardly even in the same war, but your heart ain't like mine
 Press, they look at me like I'm a menace
 I was playin with guns
 while your momma had your punk ass playin tennis
[Chorus]








