Trick Daddy - Melting Pot lyrics

(Verse 1) I'm not a thug No, no, no, no I'm not a gangsta But I won't hesitate To co*k back, bust and point blank ya Lord thank ya I'm like that coke and weed When it burn slow Motherf**er I'll stank ya Thats what I been Taught on these streets Ain't a god damn thing That can't be bought on these streets You want a life gone That could be done I'm like a n***a 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 b**hes c**aine 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 A cuban dope dealer I'm just statin the facts Motherf**er (Chorus) I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian k**ers and Cuban dope dealers And these here my n***as 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 sh** 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 b**h we from the bottom, sh** (Chorus) (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 a** life you know So I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals Thank God for the thugs too He understand what these d** do He wanna see us all pull through But only if n***as in the hood knew Hell, prayin ain't wrong But the sqeezin trigger Could you go k** a innocent man While these weak n***as grillin his end They tellin 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 n***as who lie When they pull me in Its in the same older cell that they threw me in And I just pray for 'em (Chorus)