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Introducing |
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Mr. |
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Three, yeah, |
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O, yeah |
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Five |
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Hop in the bucket and haul ass |
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Fuck em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass |
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Fuck em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass |
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Fuck em, Hop in the bucket and haul ass |
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This is for them boys on there way to Tennesse listening to M.J.G |
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breaking dem birds and 8-balls |
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Be careful with them keys |
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Don't hesitate to squeeze |
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Watch out for them feds 'cause they hate y'all |
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Bank accounts overseas |
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when them feds come for me all they gon find is cd's no weight dog |
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But wait dog |
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'cause Pit is back, bigger badder stronger its alright you can hate dog |
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But don't be surprised if a chico do you like they can escape then blow your motha fuckin face off |
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who the fuck wanna face off |
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'cause I'm willing and ready to cock, aim and bang |
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Show the world what it means to be born and raised |
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In the home of the 'Canes thats the county of Dade |
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well they used to shoot straight phase now they shoot ak's |
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So if they kick in your door I suggest you do what they say |
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These are the facts of life minus them three bitches |
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They don't rap no more |
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All they do is snitchin |
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I went from no pot to piss in |
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To gettin taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen |
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Listen |
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Cook Cook whip whip chop chop oh |
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Hear the shots don't look stop drop roll |
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Hit the block tell them fiends stop cop go |
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Used to be my life but not no more |
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Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass |
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Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass |
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Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass |
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Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass |
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Take my banana clip to a banana click |
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Now thats some Miami shit |
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Give me your big old shit |
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With a ton of bricks |
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Now thats some Miami shit |
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Chevys on 22's 24's' 26 |
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Now thats some Miami shit |
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Thats right thats what thats right thats what thats right |
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I'm from Miami bitch |
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I eat sleep shit talk rap |
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See that seven forty five LI yeah I bought that |
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They never thought but I thought that |
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Give em a brick baking soda and a beaka and its brought back |
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Pyrex to be exact I bring it back |
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How you want it from the stove or the microwave? |
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How you want it? how yella? or light brown |
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I Feel like Method Man I got him feenin with they pipes out |
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Let's ride out and reminisce on them days |
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When dey used to jack tourists everyday in Dade |
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Thats how JT Money got his name |
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Miami all it equals is tons of cocaine |
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This is what we grew up and |
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Learned to do |
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These cubans'll teach you bout a bird or two |
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Keep acting like these boys won't murder you |
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Down here the sun ain't the only thing burning you |
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This where the bitches go two ways |
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Niggas love gunplay |
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And a triangle equals a one way |
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If you know what I'm talking bout then you from Dade |
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If you don't then welcome to where I been raised |
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The bottom |
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Welcome to where I been raised |
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The crib |
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Welcome to where I been raised |
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Magic city |
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Welcome to where I been raised |
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305 County of Dade |
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(Let's Ride) |
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Hop in the bucket and haul ass step on the gas step on the gas |
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Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass step on the gas step on the gas |
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Take my banana clip to a banana click |
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Now thats some Miami shit |
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Give me your big old shit |
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With a ton of bricks |
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Now thats some Miami shit |
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Chevys on 22's 24's' 26 |
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Now thats some Miami shit |
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Thats right thats what thats right thats what thats right |
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I'm from Miami bitch |
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Outro |
