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Miami Kid



Pitbull - Miami Kid - Текст песни

(feat. 2pac & 50 Cent)

[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! 

[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 

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 chamberings 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]
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