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Miami Kid

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 Tupac!

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound
Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down
My game plan to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary
Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus
Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us
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 shotty, everybody's bitchin
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike
Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight

(pitbull)
im doing the impossible i gotta big flow thats unbelievable im achieving the unachievable im 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 yall should know me better dont be mad cause im a go getter from the bottom to ny to la cubans and esays and old school chevys blacks and hispanics getting money i know yall cant stand it thats why i say fuck em that just gives me more reason to buck em if your felling lucky than dog press your luck and watch how quickly you get stuck ill make sure when they hous you down you wont get up dade county bet that up for building me the way ive been built to this day i get killed ima get money and run through bitches like relta stilta chamberling empty the chambering 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 mjg breaking there verse down in 8balls be careful with them keys dont hesitate to squeez watch out from them feds cause they hate yall bank accounts over seas when them feds come for me all they gonna find is cds and tapes sipping hypnotic and hennessy i know yall envy me but i wont llet my tallent go to waste dog
[Verse Two: 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 (NOWWWW) - 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