Miami Kid

[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!

[Verse One: 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 chamber in 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]