[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?



[Chorus: First Platoon]



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)



[Chorus]



[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..



[Chorus]