[Verse One] Niggaz be sleepin on da M.I.A.M.I. Don't even test my bottom grounds dangerous towns Only reserve our tru representers like my niggaz feel free to enter Dont sleep cuz my streets won't time you, shit'll just hitcha wit no warnin, keep snorin we'll keep formin hits to make these bitch niggaz think twice before yawnin on da M.I.A.M.I., niggaz must wanna die in my area code 305 Shit be to live, to hot outside, fuck the shades fake crews, then snooze, then wind up in the everglades Get your first aids right away To get rid of the battle scars that my sreets made Niggaz backs cowards shit and try to act brave Dont let the hooves smack the plats up out your corn braids Ride away, nowadays crews get bruised for tryna prove shit And comin round my dangerous towns thinkin they bullshit Lookin all hot, aint even booted Dont even try to squash the beef now, we dun suround your whole unit Its a trip how quik these times change from the gauge Now they got shit stains all in their Hanes But whos to blame while you slept in the wrong lanes And got fucked like them dirty bitches up in Biscayne, you knahmsayin?
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M.I.A.M.I. it's do or die Yo you won't survive up in my streets (305) M.I.A.M.I. nowhere to hide Yo you won't survive up in my streets it's suicide M.I.A.M.I. it's do or die Yo you won't survive up in my streets (305) M.I.A.M.I. nowhere to hide Yo you won't survive up in my streets it's suicide
[Verse Two] From the Keys to Orlando I got niggaz ready to blast Don't ask who the fuck I choose stuff when you a statue You low on ammo, but these streets is full of heat Raisin sharp teeth right through your beef, bone appetite Son you're too sweet, so you take shots like diabetics The spotlight, flash a p set you photogenic You are protected, but these streets is runnin force Bullets all like over cross, and they saw an iron horse Tryna show off, not in my town you gettin hauled off In an ambulance gauged up to stop the blood loss You life force passed the weekend, we caught you sleepin So thats the reason why machines is now doin your breathin It's huntin season in the M.I.A.M.I. stay inside temperatures hot (305)
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[Verse Three] Livin in the M.I.A.M.I. don't try to test mine You get clapped with tech nines I'm out to get mine So fuck the bright lights and big city Aint nuttin pretty, the nine milli spit silly in the magic city Cuz nighttime M.I.Action is gunclappin Shots blastin with gats up in yo back and your life flashing Lay shooken in your ass when you try to run some But got stun by the assasins gun Niggaz sleepin in the Dirty Southeast They get they back blown out leaves the crack mouth theives Then they bout theives, police gettin all ready see sight For power sheets, hoodlums that run streets The beast back the big teeth to make your body cease Like decease, now you rest in peace On the concrete streets where bodys lay, gotti plays Swing around my way you float in Biscayne Bay M.I.A.'s a jungle, survival is a struggle You try to beat the streets and end up with bloody knuckles Cowardly hearts with fake thugs that try to mouth Yet they don't send nobody home in a box, in the..