[Verse 1]
I'm not a thug
No, no, no, no
I'm not a gangsta
But I won't hesitate
To [bad word] back, bust and point blank ya
Lord thank ya
I'm like that coke and weed
When it burn slow [bad word] I'll stank ya
Thats what I been
Taught on these streets
Aint a god [bad word] thing
That can't be bought on these streets
You want a life gone
That could be done
I'm like a [bad word] that did ten years
I'm eager [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
cuban dope dealer
I'm just statin the facts [bad word]  [bad word] 
I hang with Puerto Ricans and
Haitian killers and
Cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggaz
I ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em [2X]

[Verse 2]
I got that really foul
Kung flo flow
I'm tryna get that really foul
Kung do doe
But you dont know me homie
So dont 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] we from the bottom, [bad word]  [bad word] 

[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 [bad word] life you know
So I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals
Thank God for the thugs too
He understand what these [bad word] do
He wanna see us all pull through
But only if niggaz in the hood knew [bad word]  prayin ain't wrong
But the sqeezin trigger
Could you go kill a innocent man
While these weak niggaz grillin his end
They tellin ya dawg
Reducin they buisness
If I wasnt doin this
Then I'd go do him in
Cause if he was dead
He couldnt say he knew me then
For them niggaz who lie
When they pull me in
Its in the same older cell that they threw me in
And I just pray for 'em
 [bad word]