Melting Pot

Lyrics

[Produced by DJ Khaled] [Intro: Pitbull & Trick Daddy] Yeah, they can take off the handcuffs off too Trick, Pit, Khaled, Miami Movement, better said, revolution Drop and we ain't got Nigga [Verse 1: Pitbull] 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 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 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 I'ma make my first mill off the deal But I'm still gon' be labeled a cuban dope dealer I'm just stating the facts, motherfucker [Hook: Trick Daddy] 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 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 [Verse 2: Pitbull] 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 that's above me Y'all gon feel me till it hurts like Losin your family over someone else's work Or losing your case cause your co-defendent chirped Or losing 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 [Hook: Trick Daddy] 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 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 [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 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 squeezing trigger Could you go kill a innocent man While these weak niggas grilling his end They telling 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 [Hook: Trick Daddy] 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 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 [Instrumental Outro: DJ Khaled]