Introducin` Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

Hop in the bucket and haul ass
F**k `em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
F**k `em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
F**k `em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

This to them boys on their way to Tennessee
Listenin` to M.J.G, breakin` dem birds and 8-balls
Be careful with them ki`s, don`t hesitate to squeeze
Watch out for them Feds `coz they hate y`all

Bank accounts overseas, when them Feds come for me
All they gon` find is CD`s, no weight, dog
But wait, dog `coz Pit is back, bigger, badder, stronger
It`s alright, you can hate, dog

But don`t be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow your motherf**kin` `Face Off`
Who the f**k wanna face off?
`Coz I`m willin` and ready to c**k, aim and bang

Show the world what it means to be born and raised
In the home of the K`s, that`s the County of Dade
Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now they shoot AK`s
So if they kick in your door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of life minus them three bitches
They don`t rap no more, all they do is snitchin`
I went from no pot to piss in
To gettin` taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen, listen

Cook, cook, whip, whip, chop, chop, oh
Hear the shots, don`t look, stop, drop, roll
Hit the block, tell them fiends stop, c**k, go
Used to be my life but not no more

F**k `em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
F**k `em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
F**k `em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
F**k `em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

Take my banana clip to a banana click
Now that`s some Miami s**t
Give me your big old s**t with a ton of bricks
Now that`s some Miami s**t

Chevys on 22`s, 24`s, 26
Now that`s some Miami s**t
That`s right, that`s what, that`s right, that`s what
That`s right, I`m from Miami, bitch

I eat, sleep, s**t, talk rap
See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought that
They never thought but I thought that
Give `em a brick, bakin` soda and a peaka and it`s brought back

High ranks to be exact, I bring it back
How you want it, from the stove or the microwave?
How you want it, high yellow or light brown
Or feel that Method Man, I got `em fiendin` with they pipes out

Let`s ride, I done reminisce on them days
When they used to jack tourists everyday in Dade
That`s how JT Money got his name
Miami, all it equals is tons of cocaine

This is what we grew up and learned to do
These Cubans`ll teach you `bout a bird or two
Keep actin` like these boys won`t murder you
Now here the sun ain`t the only thing burnin` you

This where the bitches go two ways
Ni**as love gun play and a triangle equals a one way
If you know what I`m talkin` `bout then you from Dade
If you don`t then welcome to rappin` raised the bottom

Welcome to rappin` raised the crib
Welcome to rappin` raised Magic City
Welcome to rappin` raised 305, county of Dade
Let`s ride

Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Step on the gas, step on the gas
F**k `em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Step on the gas, step on the gas

Take my banana clip to a banana click
Now that`s some Miami s**t
Give me your big old s**t with a ton of bricks
Now that`s some Miami s**t

Chevys on 22`s, 24`s, 26
Now that`s some Miami s**t
That`s right, that`s what, that`s right, that`s what
That`s right, I`m from Miami, bitch