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Khaled check out right.
I know we global now, world 305.
But I see they trying to bring down the movement.
I'm tellin everybody in the they can bet on me.
One time, new (that's right)

Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me.

Tell them boys to keep that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be 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 talk about it, be it HEY)
You're back last with checks you can't cash.

Keep disrespectin', in the the they'll find ya,
I'm not San Fransisco, but the chopper will forty-nine ya.
I grew up listenin to Luke, and... and... and 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 you sold me at Foxy Ladies.
I seen trying to bring you down, but fuck that dog you one of the greatest!
Khaled mix 96 up, but even back you had haters.
I Temple at Oynx, I was too young to get in,
I was still outsider selling Chronic you gettin it in.
I remember Unk the rape mistrial, celebrating the win.
Ya'll can try to stop Miami but shit will never end.

Tell them boys to keep running shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
Tell them boys to keep that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
You're won't last with checks you can't cash.

One time TS, two Fat Joe.
I remember them boys in hood stack short.
I remember them Cash Money in Little Haiti, all runnin with zozs.
Banana Azuri, soft drop top fo sho.
Flo-Rida, mode always show love before.
Dammit man I been dues, now it's my time to blow.
Even when 50 through, he don't roll no less than 50 zozs!
Cause they will push your shit back, way to trues and vows.
My dog Noseshaker, come the block on something clean.
like an earthquake, he is what these dope boys dream.
Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a truck.
That's them Miami boys get it mixed up.

Tell 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 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 backs won't with checks you can't cash.

I'm Mr. 305, I'm of Miami's Heat.
I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am street.
Low key and stay quiet, how these chicos in Miami eat.
I love it when these boys come from out of town and Miamis sweet.
All these boys down looking for pussy, trying to Miami skeet.
That's they run up in they hotel room and give them a Miami treat.
When the choppers start a raining, it's hard to a Miami leak.
That's what they get for Miamis just Miami Beach.

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!)
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, can't knock me like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY!)
You're backs won't last checks you can't cash.

Hah, You know what say in the hood right?
Don't let your mouth write a check your ass cash Ha ha ha.
If the moneys on the wood, all good.
But if the moneys out of sight its to be a fight.
And the thing you want is a fight with the 305bitches DALE!