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beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the win.
Yall can try to stop Miami but this shit will never end.

[Chorus]

One time TS, two times Fat Joe.
I
and party
Does Will Smith lie?
Does he ever cave in and cry?
remember Ump beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the win.
Ya'll can try to stop Miami but this shit will never end.

Tell them boys to keep running
Where you roam to be transformed and renewed
Do not be conformed unto what the world do
Be washed by the word and renew the mind
Take the mud from
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me

How'd
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me

How'd
and Cadillacs
Oh boy
April 15 income tax
Oh boy

Winter in Miami Beach
Oh boy
Itching where you cannot reach
Oh boy

Somebody scratching your itch
Oh
and nightly
Will it ever stop
Yo I don't know
Turn off the lights 
And I'll glow
Do the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax
and nightly
Will it ever stop
Yo I don't know
Turn off the lights 
And I'll glow
Do the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax
of choppers 
Carol City will make holes in you so big, 
They can't be plugged by doctors 

Nigga, this is the real Dade County 
Where we are soldiers from
What a beautiful day it's been at Beth Shalom, Miami
I'm rabbi Peter Rosenberg and I wanna congratulate our Bar Mitzvah Ricky Rozay
I've never seen
friends call me Baby Sammy
Mi goal in life is to get me Grammy
Mi like go Palm Beach and Miami
Say when mi was a youth mi have to stay with granny
And when
to wash cars for a dollar
A glass dick in the mouth of a model
Take your time, baby, don't spit, just swallow

BASE

Downtown Miami we've described
and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo-I don't know
Now turn off the lights (huh) and I'll glow
And to the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
abandoned rows and some got to run a machine
And there are some that will die when they realize that the force is the Nazarene 

[He's waitin' on a star,
or four or five or six
The mix is on Scott Larock and Scott Larock is on the mix

Cool like the air we breathe
Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail
of choppers 
Carol City will make holes in you so big, 
They can't be plugged by doctors 

Nigga, this is the real Dade County 
Where we are soldiers from
Anybody can be a millionaire,
So everybody's gotta try
But by the laws of this human jungle
Only the heartless will survive.
& down there--but for the grace
and let a couple of shots
Spin me around like I’m a featherweight, not knowing that I’m heavyweight
Smith & Wesson weapon will make you elevate and levitate
that red Superman
Them peach for the five, that white for less
Will have them hoes hotter than a box of stolen checks
The snow, the white in Miami get
grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
Gather around

Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya know
Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, here we go

Youngin' don't make my cells rise,
I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin' in Opa-locka, floppin'