Intro

Yo ****, welcome to Dade County

Where we slang the rocks that claim blocks

And these red and blue lights just keep our streets hot

Come on and ride with a ****

So I can show you what Dada County really got

See, don't be fooled by South Beach

Thinkin' when you come to the Bottom

You can just run these streets

You and your jewels are like a menu

And trust me, ****, we intend to eat

Fuck around and cross that I-395

You'll just run into a bunch of dead end streets

**** with wife-beaters and bare feet

That's right, I'm talkin' straight goon style

Go beyond that about three miles, and you're now entering

The infamous Lil' Havana

Now I know y'all studio gangsters be vibin' off the movie Scarface

But the wrong move in this place

And you fuck around and meet the real Tony Montana

(Don't get caught slippin') So fuck them palm trees

I got shit for you to really see

Like, there's a graveyard in Brown Sub

Where bitches buried four generations deep

And I ain't even talking about sister lyin' next to brother

I'm talkin' about from granddaddy to grandmother

Piled up on top of each other

And all that rappin' about your Lil' Haiti connections?

****, you don't even know a real Zo

But I can introduce you to one that'll kick in yo door

Put you face down on the floor

And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago

But you a star, though

Okay ****, if you a real G

This is where you tell your car to go

Opa Locka, with continuous spotlight helicopters

And a triangle full of chapters

Carol City makes holes in you so big

They can't be plugged by doctors

****, this the real Dade County

Where we are soldiers from birth to the hearse

That's why my childhood consisted of a bulletproof vest, and a Pyrex

****, y'all ain't even seen the real Miami yet

So welcome to Miami Dade County, the Real Miami

Where we live to die (For life)