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[Intro: Rick Ross & Brisco ] Ha! Yeah! [Chorus] In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs In Miami, ayo-ayo In Miami [Verse 1: Brisco] Miami! My Life!, My Home! My Streets! Without you Miami, where would I be? Where would I go? Miami's neat It's like I washed up on shore on Miami's beach Make me a bed, let me lay my pallet It's like [?], he made a way to Cali Uncle Luke D, made a way for me I just hope Miami don't corrupt my seed Miami it was tough, but we stood in the paint Miami, my mammy My bread and butter Me ate brеakfast, but still made room for supper I refusе to shut up, or let a bitch talk about our city Don't step up! Yeah! Miami me, Miami us, Please!!! [Chorus] In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs In Miami, ayo-ayo In Miami [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm on a mission tryna come up quick-quick Got me a dummy brick-brick Look to my right, lil pretty she won't runna with This city, where you wanna be But unfortunately, this the side we ride For our porta keys City that's your alias, call it a paradise I leave you paralyzed, so Imma carry mine Money like Deon, Rims on your neon Ni**as smoking Reggie, All you smell is shit and we on Poe boy is a army, better yet a Navy If you ever need that boy, young ni**a pay me When you see me on a stroll Then you know how to roll Ask k's killas, 380 for the hoes Make no mistake, black flags at your wait-wait Black rolls, for your mammy Welcome to Miami, Boss [Chorus] In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs In Miami, ayo-ayo In Miami [Verse 3: Billy Blue] I got 3 hoes, 5 minutes to move Run let em lock them, no grands losing But Miami live, hating in the Eastside But Miami live, hating in the b-rider Young soul boy, that's the death of me My mama know Miami hadn't got the best of me Made me a G, Young drug dealer Start to selling brown, Now I'm flipping nose ni**a (Ohhhh) Home of the Dix, represent the 7 trays That shit heavy, in the traps all day Took a shot [?], strap always Touch white, I be getting money all ways Born in Miami, catch us at the docks A quick [?], waiting on the blocks There it go, time to get right This is how a real ni**a take flight in Miami [Chorus] In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs In Miami, ayo-ayo In Miami