Pitbull

Pitbull - Miami Kid lyrics

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(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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