Miami S***

Introducing Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5 Hop in the bucket and haul ass Hop in the bucket and haul ass Hop in the bucket and haul ass Hop in the bucket and haul ass This to them boys on their way to Tennessee Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem birds and 8-balls Be careful with them ki's, don't hesitate to squeeze Watch out for them Feds 'coz they hate y'all Bank accounts overseas, when them Feds come for me All they gon' find is CD's, no weight, dog But wait, dog 'coz Pit is back, bigger, badder, stronger It's alright, you can hate, dog But don't be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage And blow your mother mother 'Face Off' Who the fuck wanna face off? 'Coz I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and bang Show the world what it means to be born and raised In the home of the K's, that's the County of Dade Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now they shoot A A So if they kick in your door, I suggest you do what they say These are the facts of life minus them three three They don't rap no more, all they do is snitchin' I went from no pot to piss in To gettin' taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen, listen Cook, cook, whip, whip, chop, chop, oh Hear the shots, don't look, stop, drop, roll Hit the block, tell them fiends stop, cock, go Used to be my life but not no more Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass Take my banana clip to a banana click Now that's some Miami shit Give me your big old ship with a ton of bricks Now that's some Miami shit Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26 Now that's some Miami shit That's right, that's what, that's right, that's what That's right, I'm from Miami, bitch I eat, sleep, shit, talk rap See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought that They never thought but I thought that Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a peaka and it's brought back High ranks to be exact, I bring it back How you want it, from the stove or the microwave? How you want it, high yellow or light brown Or feel that Method Man, I got 'em fiendin' with they pipes out Let's ride, I done reminisce on them days When they used to jack tourists everyday in Dade That's how JT Money got his name Miami, all it equals is tons of cocaine This is what we grew up and learned to do These Cubans'll teach you 'bout a bird or two Keep actin' like these boys won't murder you Now here the sun ain't the only thing burnin' you This where the bitches go two ways Niggas love gun play and a triangle equals a one way If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout then you from Dade If you don't then welcome to rappin' raised the bottom Welcome to rappin' raised the crib Welcome to rappin' raised Magic City Welcome to rappin' raised 305, county of Dade Let's ride Hop in the bucket and haul ass Step on the gas, step on the gas Hop in the bucket and haul ass Step on the gas, step on the gas Take my banana clip to a banana click Now that's some Miami shit Give me your big old ship with a ton of bricks Now that's some Miami shit Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26 Now that's some Miami shit That's right, that's what, that's right, that's what That's right, I'm from Miami, bitch