Intro

(L man, yeah) Yeah nigga, welcome to Dade County Where we slang rocks that claim blocks And these red and blue lights just keep our streets hot Come on and ride with a nigga So I can show you what Dade County really got See, don't be fooled by South Beach Thinking when you come to the bottom You can just run these streets You and your jewels are like a menu And trust me nigga we intend to eat Fuck around and cross that I-395 You just run into a bunch of dead end streets Niggas with wifebeaters and bare feet That's right, nigga, I'm talking 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 vibing off the movie "Scarface" But the wrong move in this place And you fuck around and meet the real Tony Montana So fuck them palm trees I got shit for you to really see Like there's a graveyard in brown sub Where bitches marry four generations deep And I aint even talking about sister lyin' next to brother I'm talking from granddaddy to grandmother Piled up on top of each other And all that rap about your Lil Haiti connections? Nigga, you don't even know a real zo But I can introduce you to one that'll kick in your door Put you faced down on the floor And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago But you a star, though Okay, nigga, if you a real G This is where you tell your car to go Opa Locka Where continuous spotlight helicopters And a triangle full of choppers Carol City make holes and you so big They can't be plugged by doctors Nigga, this is the real Dade County Where we are soldiers from birth to the hurst That's why my childhood consisted of a bulletproof vest and a pyrex Nigga, 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)