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 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 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 nigga 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 bitches 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
   Motherfucker
  
   (Chorus)
   I hang with Puerto Ricans and
   Haitian killers and
   Cuban dope dealers
   And these here my niggaz
   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 shit
   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
   Bitch we from the bottom, shit
  
   (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 ass 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 niggaz in the hood knew
   Hell, prayin ain't wrong
   But the sqeezin trigger
   Could you go kill a innocent man
   While these weak niggaz 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 niggaz 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)