Miami S***

Introducing Mr. Three, yeah, O, yeah Five 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 This is for them boys on there way to Tennessee listening to M.J.G Breaking dem birds and 8-balls Be careful with them keys Don't hesitate to squeeze Watch out for them feds 'cause they hate y'all Bank accounts overseas When them feds come for me all they goin' find is C-D's no weight dog But wait dog 'cause Pit is back, bigger badder stronger its alright you can hate dog But don't be surprised if a chico do you like They can escape then blow your motherfuckin' face off Who the fuck wanna face off 'cause I'm willing and ready to cock, aim and bang Show the world what it means to be born and raised In the home of the 'Canes that's the county of Dade Well they used to shoot straight phase now they shoot A-K's So if they kick in your door I suggest you do what they say These are the facts of life minus them three bitches 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 cop 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 shit With a ton of bricks Now that's some Miami shit Chevy's 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 seven forty five LI yeah I bought that They never thought but I thought that Give em a brick baking soda and a beaka and its brought back Pyrex to be exact I bring it back How you want it from the stove or the microwave? How you want it? how yella? or light brown I Feel like Method Man I got him feenin' with they pipes out Let's ride out and reminisce on them days When dey used to jack tourists everyday in Dade That's how J-T 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 acting like these boys won't murder you Down here the sun ain't the only thing burning 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 talking bout then you from Dade If you don't then welcome to where I been raised The bottom Welcome to where I been raised The crib Welcome to where I been raised Magic city Welcome to where I been raised 305 County of Dade (Let's Ride) Hop in the bucket and haul ass step on the gas step on the gas Fuck em, 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 shit With a ton of bricks Now that's some Miami shit Chevy's 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