Melting Pot

[Intro: Pitbull & Trick Daddy]
Yeah, they can take off the handcuffs off too
Trick, Pit, Khaled, Miami
Movement, better said, revolution
Drop and we ain't got
Nigga

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
I'm not a thug (No, no, no, no)
I'm not a gangsta, but I won't hesitate
To cock back, bust and point blank ya
Lord thank ya, I'm like that coke and weed
When it burn slow, motherfucker, 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 nigga 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 bitches cocaine
Cause they blow me out here, I'm always out here
Y'all keep it real, but I keep it realer
I'ma make my first mill off the deal
But I'm still gon be labeled a cuban dope dealer
I'm just stating the facts, motherfucker

[Hook: Trick Daddy]
I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em
I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em
And god dammit, I'd die for 'em

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I got that really foul kung flo flow
I'm tryna get that really foul, kung do doe
But you don't know me, homie
So don't 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 that's above me
Y'all gon feel me till it hurts like
Losin your family over someone else's work
Or losing your case cause your co-defendent chirped
Or losing 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 shit 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
Bitch we from the bottom, shit

[Hook: Trick Daddy]
I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em
I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em

[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 ass life you know
So, I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals
Thank God for the thugs too
He understand what these drugs do
He wanna see us all pull through
But only if niggas in the hood knew, hell, prayin' ain't wrong
But the squeezin trigger
Could you go kill a innocent man
While these weak niggas 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 niggas who lie when they pull me in
Its in the same older cell that they threw me in
And I just pray for 'em

[Hook: Trick Daddy]
I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em
I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers
And these here my niggas, I ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em

[Instrumental Outro: DJ Khaled]