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Khaled check this out, right
I know we global now, Worldwide 305
But I see that they are trying to bring down the movement
I'm telling everybody in the crib they can bet on me
One time, new Diaz (that's right)
Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me
Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me
Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me
Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me
Tell 'em boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell 'em boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
You're backs won't last with cheques you can't cash
Keep disrespecting, in the the everglades they'll find ya
I'm not from San Francisco, but the chopper of forty-ninya
I grew up listening to Lou, and, and, and pumping Trick
Them boys done open doors, so respect is owed
I got love for Rick, and congrats, you made it
I was a fan from the mix tape you sold me at Foxy Ladies
I seen them trying to bring you down
But fuck that, dog, you one of the greatest
Khaled mix 96er, even back then, though, you had haters
I remember the Temple at Oynx, I was too drunk to get in
I was still outsider selling Chronic, you know, gettin' it in
I remember Ump beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the win
Y'all can try to stop Miami, but this shit will never end
Tell 'em boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell 'em boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
You're backs won't last with cheques you can't cash
One time TS, two times Fat Joe
I remember them boys in Wynwood Hoodstock Show
I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti, all running with Zoes
Banana Azuri, soft drop top, that's for sure
Flo Rida, Groundhogs always show love before
Dammit been paying dues, now its my time to blow
Even when fifty come through, he don't roll no less than fifty Zoes
'Cause they'll push your shit back, way back to trues and vows
My dog Noseshaker, come through the block on something clean
Sounding like an earthquake, he is what these dope boys dream
Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a Brinks truck
That's them Miami boys, bitch don't get it mixed up
Tell 'em boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell 'em boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
You're backs won't last with cheques you can't cash
I'm Mr. 305, I'm a part of Miami's Heat
I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am Miami's street
Lowkey and stay quiet, that's how these chicos in Miami eat
I love it when these boys come from out of town and thinking Miami's sweet
All of them down looking for pussy, trying to Miami skeet
That's when they run up in they hotel room and give them a Miami treat
When the choppers start a raining, its hard to stop a Miami leak
That's what they get for thinking Miami's just Miami Beach
Tell 'em boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell 'em boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah (don't talk about it, be about it, hey) yeah, yeah, yeah
You're backs won't last with cheques you can't cash
You know how this ain't a neighborhood right?
Don't let your mouth write a cheque your ass can't cash
So if the money's on the wood, it's all good
But if the money's out of sight, it's going to be a fight
And the last thing y'all want is a fight with the 305, bitches
Dalé