Pitbull, Trick Daddy - Melting Pot lyrics

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
Ain't 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

I hang with Puerto Ricans and
Haitian killers and cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggas i ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em

I 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
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

I hang with Puerto Ricans and
Haitian killers and cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggas i ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em

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 niggas in the hood knew
Hell, prayin ain't wrong
But the sqeezin trigger
Could you go kill a innocent man
While these weak niggas grillin his end
They tellin ya dawg reducin they buisness
If 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 niggas who lie when they pull me in
Its in the same older cell
That they threw me in
And I just pray for 'em

I hang with Puerto Ricans and
Haitian killers and cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggas i ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em