INTRO:(*mobster talking*)
ONE:(DAT NIGGA DAZ) Vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in face The street of that is what you dream to make Run an business,racketeerin Smugglin,doin things handin a gun,is what they fearin Bodyguards and hitmen like some Al shit artillery got the cops on my dick Different locations,spots it takes place If you show them my money,your ass is gettin There's major games that run the city of G's The violators,the Gambinos and the and me The violators and they run uptown Me and my cousin we run downtown an everyday thang in the city Where you gotta chips,jag robberies and do in its Tanadian Nay,the charge of the Hit from verandahs and do a unexpected So we a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot Buck em they all drop,circle round the block Let em have it as as they come out on their ass,commence to takin them out!
INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking) Throughout the of Long Beach The streets was infected drugs,dope pealers and addicts Gangs have taken over 75% of our town as the youth behaviour is outrageous crime They feel no whatsoever, as the law enforcements tried to stop the trafficking of drugs from into our country, but they can't The have increased more than 95% and the drug amount of they make is more than 700 million dollars Now wanted by the IRS and we convict them of tax evasion
TWO:(TRAY DEE) I had no or remorse for time for puttin it down Niggas the scoop is stupid if they come from my town I been since the Jumpstreet makin it pop crook keepin hook,nigga,shakin the spot Had to be a not to get ran out Look for help,you yourself cos there's no handout Since the city Beach is only G's and hos You hold on ya heat but fiendish foes Trust,bust,be aware and I ain't ya Cos the that I dared to (?agank?) the first Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my As long as I'm haulin my heat I'm I bring it to ya hard the streets of life niggas get rewarded to grief for strikes Don't speak on the creep,mo' is listenin And war story glory worth the riskin niggas still get a mob like respect If you ya set,till ya bite the deck Who I be?I'm the Dee,nigga the file Under G you will see not to sweat my I'm em out!
INTERLUDE:(Corleone some more)
THREE:(SNOOP DOGG) I come blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin Mashin,may they rest in peace in they em down in front of Hassans Should've from the gate,who's the baddest? In my zone,Don wanted For the of forty men Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and From the U-S-C,I ki's,a 120 plane rides Multiplied by G's,87.3 million in a matter Big business and big is all that I want I blaze up to celebrate,new empire to Toast we all die,till we burst and break From knives to guns,from the to the slums We ran outta dope,I think so son While I be gunned by a from the enemy park daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark From when I pick em off like Stab em in hearts Make an example,what I said,ya end up Spayed the wall graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs Never reach until I see the sky till I die All I want is to be left alone Me myself,me my dope,me and my Got paid by cops and judges,I budge I buzz I got the City of Long Beach goin for drugs
OUTRO:(Corleone it off)