Khaled, this out right I know we global now, world 305 But I see that they are to bring down the movement I'm telling in the crib they can bet on me One time, new (That's right)
Put your where your mouth is, bet on me Put money where your mouth is, bet on me Put money where your mouth is, bet on me Put your money where your is, bet on me
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't talk it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't talk about it, be it, hey)
Tell them to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't talk about it, be it, hey) You're back won't last checks you can't cash
disrespectin', in the everglades they'll find ya I'm not from San Fransisco, but the chopper of I up listenin' to Lou, and, and, and pumpin' Trick boys done open doors, so respect is owed I got love for Rick, and you made it I was a fan from the mix tape you sold me at Foxy
I seen trying to bring you down But fuck that dog you one of the mix 96er, but even back then though you had haters I remember the at Oynx, I was too drunk to get in I was still outsider selling you know getting' it in I remember Ump beating the mistrial, celebrating the win Ya'll can try to stop but this shit will never end
them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't talk it, be about it, hey)
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out mouth I'm the guard of my city, knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with checks you cant
One TS, two times Fat Joe I remember them boys in Wynnwood hood short I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little All with zozs, Banana Azuri, soft drop top that's fo sho Flo Rida, always show love before Dammit paying dues, now its my time to blow
Even when 50 come through, he roll no less than 50 zozs they will push your shit back, way back to trues and vows My dog Noseshaker, come through the block on clean Sounding like an earthquake, he is what these boys dream Hit a lick, a brick, snatch a Brinks truck That's Miami boys don't get it mixed up
Tell boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't talk it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't talk about it, be it, hey)
Tell them to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't talk about it, be it, hey) backs won't last with checks you cant cash
I'm Mr. 305, I'm a part of Miami's I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am street Low key and stay quiet, that's how these in Miami eat I love it when these come from out of town
And thinking Miami's All of them down looking for pussy, trying to Miami That's when they run up in they hotel room and give a Miami treat When the choppers start a raining, its hard to a Miami leak That's what they get for thinking just Miami Beach
Tell them boys to keep running that out they mouth I'm the of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't talk about it, be it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't about it, be about it, hey)
Tell them to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, (Don't about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with you cant cash
Hah, you know how this ain't a neighborhood let your mouth write a check your ass can't cash, ha, ha, ha If the moneys on the wood, it's all But if the moneys out of sight it going to be a And the last thing you is a fight with the 305, ha, ha, ha