Port Of Miami lyrics

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha’ rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Way up in them Tailie Hills, burnin' like the sun set

Ross
(push it to the limit)

Port of miami (uhhh)
porting my candy (uhhh)
aint got nothign to lose (nah)
this is part of the family
(push it to the limit)
never traffic for fun (fun)
only traffic for funds (funds)
all i seen is the sruggle (struggle)
its like im trapped in this slum
(push it to the limit)
niggas were badly paid
no water we barely bathed

[Chorus:]
Im Bad (im bad) Im Back (im back), Im Mad (im mad) Im strapped (im strapped)
Nigga What You Want Nigga who you wit
Came wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch
Im bad (im bad) im back (im back), im mad (im mad) im strapped (im strapped)
Nigga what you want nigga who you wit
Came Wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch

[Verse 1:]
Aint no limit to the shit I start

(Ladie and Gentlemen)

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Rick Ross
Let's go Daddy

Rick Rizzle

M-I-YAYO

[Verse 1:]
Candy all in the paint, rims deep in the dirt
gotta car full of work, nigga pocket full of (?)
choppa on the front seat, sucka if you want beef
im in dade county, im the mayor you can come see

[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Sometimes I Rhyme Slow
Sometime I Rhyme Quick
Sometime I Buy Blow,So I Supply Bricks
Mufuckers Lookin At Me Sideways

[Hook:]
I Wear The Gun Like A Urdle
Bulletproof Car Got Me Feelin Like A Turtle
Sheit These Niggas Aint Satisfied Till They Get Murdered.
Ya Heard Me
Yeah And Im A G You Aint Know A Muthafuckin Thang About Me
I Tell You One Muthafuckin Thang About Me
Bitch I Got So Much Money On Me

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Im Lookin Thug In The Bentley,
I Got A Few Slugs Dont Temp Me

[Sniff Sniff]
Psalm 27 Da Lord Iz My Life Lord 4give 4 My Sins
(I Aint Cryin' I Aint Cryin')
Cuz I Have Sinned Da Lord
Is Da Stucure Of My Life N Whom I Shall B Afaid N B4 I Wrap Up This Port Of Miami Enemies N (Plz Lord)
Some Foes Tryin 2 Take My Fresh Thr's Alot Of My Brothers N Sisters Dats Stumblein' Still Dat Wasnt Here

[Woman:]
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC,Just End.... A Hastion Frater
Has Just Been Ceased By The Miami Coast Guard With Over 60 Kilos
Hidden Below The Vessel Docked At The Port Of Miami If The Drugs Were
Not Conviscated The Cocaine Would've Made Drug Dealers Millions Of Dollars
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC.

[Intro: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

[Hook: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'

[Intro: Lyfe Jennings] (Rick Ross talking)
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)

[Verse 1]
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back
Still sellin dubs, nigga, that's fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
I had to pawn my chain and grab a half ounce