Yea n*****, Welcome to Dade County
Where we slang rocks that claim blocks
And those red and blue lights just keep our streets hot
C'mon and ride with a n**** 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 n**** we intend to eat
f*** around and cross that I-395
You just run into a bunch of dead end streets
n***** with wife beaters and bare feet
That's right, I'm talking straight goon style
Go beyond that about 3 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, you'll f*** around and meet the real Tony Montana
So f*** them palm trees
I got s*** for you to really see
Like there's a graveyard with bury sub with n***** buried 4 generations deep
And I ain't even talking about sister lined next to brother
I'm talking granddaddy to grandmother piled up on top of each other
And all that rap about you're Lil Haiti connections?
n**** 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, n**** if you a real G
This is where you tell your car to go
Opa Locka
Where there is continuous spotlight helicopters and a triangle full of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big, they can't be plugged by doctors
n****, 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
n****, you haven't even seen the real Miami, yet
So Welcome to Miami-Dade County, the real Miami
Where we live and die, for life
Where we slang rocks that claim blocks
And those red and blue lights just keep our streets hot
C'mon and ride with a n**** 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 n**** we intend to eat
f*** around and cross that I-395
You just run into a bunch of dead end streets
n***** with wife beaters and bare feet
That's right, I'm talking straight goon style
Go beyond that about 3 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, you'll f*** around and meet the real Tony Montana
So f*** them palm trees
I got s*** for you to really see
Like there's a graveyard with bury sub with n***** buried 4 generations deep
And I ain't even talking about sister lined next to brother
I'm talking granddaddy to grandmother piled up on top of each other
And all that rap about you're Lil Haiti connections?
n**** 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, n**** if you a real G
This is where you tell your car to go
Opa Locka
Where there is continuous spotlight helicopters and a triangle full of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big, they can't be plugged by doctors
n****, 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
n****, you haven't even seen the real Miami, yet
So Welcome to Miami-Dade County, the real Miami
Where we live and die, for life