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Melting Pot

I'm not a thug, no, no, no, no, I'm not a gangsta

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 yaThat's what I been taught on these streets

Ain't a goddamn thing that can't be bought on these streets

You want a life gone, that could be done

I'm like a nigga that did ten years, I'm eager to comeIn 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

I call these bitches cocaine 'cause they blow me out hereI'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 labeled a Cuban dope dealer

I'm just statin' the facts motherfuckerI hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers and these here my niggaz

I ride for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers and these here my niggaz

I ride for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'emI got that really foul Kung flo flow

I'm tryna get that really foul Kung do doe

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

I rep the real Miami, that's why the city loves meThe feds wanna bug me, 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 workOr losin' your case 'cause your co-defendant 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 inThis is what was fed to him, this is why

The game let him in here, being me, being Pit

Being it, Pitbull and Trick, both from the down south

Bitch we from the bottom, shitI hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers and these here my niggaz

I ride for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers and these here my niggaz

I ride for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'emLord, 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 hospitalsThank God for the thugs too

He understand what these drugs do

He wanna see us all pull through

But only if niggaz in the hood knewHell, prayin' ain't wrong but the squeezin' trigger

Could you go kill an innocent man

While these weak niggaz grillin' his end?

They tellin' ya dawg, reducin' they businessIf 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 niggaz who lie when they pull me in

It's in the same older cell that they threw me inAnd I just pray for 'emI hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers and these here my niggaz

I ride for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers

And Cuban dope dealers and these here my niggaz

I ride for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em

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