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Mi wan fi rich, mi wan fi rich, rich, rich
Mi wan fi, mi wan fi rich, mi wan fi rich, rich,
Rich, again
Mi want a million dollar by
Armed with a tome, cross, sore to the bone
Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn
Big bang, sharper than a big dick
Hotter than a tunnel of big
to welcome y'all to where I been born, 
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!) 
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know? 
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born, 
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!) 
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know? 
You got them boys that pass by in
train

Well the rich folks they own the big city
And they down us who living the way we do
But when you're born a child of a poor man
You know
Police man 

He won the lottery by being born 
Big hand slapped a white male American 
Do no wrong so clean cut

Dirty his hands  it comes right off
put a stew bone in the pot

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born easy on the road again

Friend come by, say looking for his hat
even put a stew bone in the pot

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born easy on the road again

Friend come by, say looking for
To walk down the streets

She reads the newspaper of today
Another guy died by an overdose
But new victims are ready to die
Smiling faces of the big
roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no coof
Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable
And that pretty much leave Malice at the table
Or over
by like "there he go" 
I fit the description, 
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me, 
Real Dade County Nigga! 
 
It's that little chico Pitbull,
Police man, police man

He won the lottery, by being born
Big hand slapped a white male American
Do no wrong, so clean cut
Dirty his hands, it comes
face
Behind all the jesus hurrah)

Could result in the end
To a worrisome trend
In which every american
Not 'born again'
Could be punished in cruel
Born to open for mankind nature's door
A life known by a few
And those who knew that shared
Their knowledge fewer cared about what plants could do
ain't starvin' like Marvin and won't see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
Bought by
Born and raised as a rich man's son
You were always the restless one
Living high only made you low
So you packed up and hit the road

[Chorus:]
[Wyclef Jean]
Big & Rich, Wyclef Jean
There goes the neighborhood, Oh Oh!

[Chorus: Big & Rich]
Please man, don?t call the police man
Why can
of the out- outbound train

The rich folks they own the big city
And they down us for living the way we do
But when you're born the child of a poor man
You
I'm just trying to make this moments last

Blinded by the light of your love
Born again with a kiss from your lips oh baby
Making up our own
And the years, they're passing by

Love came our way, marriages in the air
And children were born

Brothers and sisters
Together are strong
Oh brothers
Born & raised as a rich man's son 
You were always the restless one 
Living high only made you low 
So you packed up & hit the road 

CHORUS:
dollar 
I don't want the big silver chain
All I want is your love darling
Won't you please come back again

Last night I seen you walking
With
eyes, and I'm the days gone by.
Oh Ruby Jean, it doesn't seem like a long, long time, since we were born again.
Into the dazzling light, uniting black
mothafuckas sold soap
Got rich selling hope to the hopeless
But I’m a thinker, methodic in my motives
I motivate to put my niggas into motors
No woman, no
[ Don Rich]
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raised him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree