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m.i.a.m.i. - first platoon lyrics

[verse one]
n-ggas 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 n-ggas feel free to enter
dont sleep cuz my streets won’t time you
sh-t’ll just hitcha wit no warnin
keep snorin we’ll keep formin
hits to make these b-tch n-ggas think twice before yawnin
on da m.i.a.m.i., n-ggas must wanna die in my area code 305
sh-t be to live, to hot outside, f-ck 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
n-ggas backs cowards sh-t 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 sh-t
and comin round my dangerous towns thinkin they rule sh-t
lookin all hot, ain’t 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 sh-t stains all in their hanes
but whos to blame while you slept in the wrong lanes
and got f-cked like them dirty b-tches 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 n-ggas ready to blast
don’t ask who the f-ck i choose stuff when you a statue
you low on ammo, but these streets is full of heat
raisin sharp t–th right through your beef, bone appet-te
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 p-ssed 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 f-ck the bright lights and big city
ain’t 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 -ss when you try to run some
but got stun by the -ssasins gun
n-ggas 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 t–th 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 bl–dy knuckles
cowardly hearts with fake thugs that try to mouth
yet they don’t send n0body home in a box, in the..

chorus

- first platoon lyrics

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