Miami Mount Rushmore

(Hey DJ, put that bitch on replay!) (Hook: JT Money) How can you not say my name when you make your list? (Make your list) Real niggas in this shit, (real niggas) real bitches in this shit (real bitches) Mount Rushmore can’t exist And you gotta say my name when you make your list (make your list) Real niggas in this bitch, (real niggas) and real bitches love this shit (real bitches) Mount Rushmore (Verse: JT Money) Y’all must’ve forgot I was bumping in the west and the east (That’s right) Before Pac and Biggie got deceased, they used to listen to me Original gangsta playa from the southeast Says a lot bout you, if you don’t know bout me They tried label me as bass artist, but I sold base I touch tourist home invaded and stayed on the chase My era was pure Miami, uncut raw No outside influence so I can never be flaw If you fuck with the crib, cats just won’t understand (mmmm) My first solo in 91, we just called it Poison Clan (Dade County!) The game wasn’t used to a nigga like me Minimum airplay, big in the streets I was giving ‘em gangsta over ol school funk (yeah) They was wet and hollow, we was giving them chunks More than 30 years, so a playa been through it Out of 50 emcees, how many did I influenced? (Hook: JT Money; *Trick Daddy*) How can you not say my name when you make your list? (Make your list) Real niggas in this shit, (real niggas) real bitches in this shit (real bitches) Mount Rushmore can’t exist And you gotta say my name when you make your list (make your list) Real niggas in this shit, (real niggas) and real bitches love this shit (real bitches) Mount Rushmore (*Picture me in my 500 Benz, but I was 50 grand short*) (Verse: Trick Daddy) Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz (haha) Back then, I was 50 grand short Nowadays, name a Benz being bought Country ass niggas, what the fuck did y’all thought? (Bow!) If it wasn’t for Luke, no telling where I’d be (no telling) If it wasn’t for Ted, then I’d be on the streets (streets!) I been a Dade county representa Since the crack cocaine epidemic (haha!) I used to sell nickel bags of that marijuana A reef of chief, I ain’t talking bout soda Booger brown, not that creepy outta California That good shit, that bullshit cause I was only Living life like Pimp C and Bun B From selling crack to radio and TV And BET and MTV like 2Pac and DMX You know the rest (Hook: Trick Daddy; *Rick Ross*) Say my name, say my name, when you make your list And when you do it, did I make your list? How the fuck I ain’t make your list? You done forgot who started this shit? And if you don’t say my name when you make your list Then real niggas off in this bitch, then real bitches off in this bitch (*It’s the biggest, Rozay, double MG*) Don’t know that you on some ol groupie shit (*Maybach Music*) (Verse: Rick Ross) I want a LS in my Chevy, how I go about it A lot of bloodshed in my name and ain’t no going around it I seen a lot of different things before I wrote about it And all the ones that testified, we got hold accounted (unnhh!) Headshot, whacked, dead got me so delighted He did fed time, came home got me so Excited Real niggas, only ones that we should ever praise On everything, only thing my mama ever raised (haha) I count my money slow and imma kill about it (unnhh!) In a dark brown Dickie, how you feel about it? (Unnhh!) Got rich, won’t switch, nigga still solid Hit a lick, 50 bricks, a nigga still got it (Whoo!) Dade County game, Dade County fame Ever get us fucked up, Dade County came It’s a lot of niggas buried in the front yard Where they catch you for a Chevy and it won’t start (Biggest)