INTRO:(*mobster talking*)
VERSE ONE:(DAT DAZ) Vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in face The street value of is what you dream to make Run an business,racketeerin Smugglin,doin from handin a gun,is what they fearin Bodyguards and hitmen some Al Capone shit artillery got the cops on my dick Different locations,spots it takes place If you show my money,your ass is gettin f-laid There's four 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 Murder's an thang in the city you gotta plot chips,jag robberies and do in its Tanadian Nay,the charge of the Hit verandahs and do a thing unexpected So we plan a plot an Uzi and 10 shot em till they all drop,circle round the block Let em have it as as they come out Unload on their ass,commence to takin out!
INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking) Throughout the streets of Long The streets was infected with drugs,dope and addicts have taken over 75% of our town as the young youth is outrageous with crime They feel no remorse whatsoever, as the law have tried to stop the of drugs from coming into our country, but can't The murders increased more than 95% and the drug amount of which they make is more than 700 million Now wanted by the IRS and we convict them of tax evasion
TWO:(TRAY DEE) I had no choice or remorse for for puttin it down Niggas know the scoop is stupid if come from my town I around since the Jumpstreet makin it pop Young crook hook,nigga,shakin the spot Had to be a not to get ran out Look for help,you help yourself cos no handout the city Long Beach is only G's and hos You on ya heat but them fiendish foes Trust,bust,be aware and I ain't ya Cos the niggas that I dared to (?agank?) the Think I might be 'fore I reach my calling As as I'm haulin my heat I'm stallin I bring it to ya hard from the streets of Where niggas get to grief for strikes Don't speak on the creep,mo' is listenin And war glory ain't worth the riskin Real niggas get a mob like respect If you represent ya set,till ya the deck Who I be?I'm the Dee,nigga the file Under G you see not to sweat my style I'm em out!
INTERLUDE:(Corleone some more)
THREE:(SNOOP DOGG) I come blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin Mashin,may they in peace in they caskets Shoot em in front of Hassans Should've known the gate,who's the baddest? In my zone,Don Corleone For the murder of men Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and From the U-S-C,I shift ki's,a 120 rides by G's,87.3 million in a matter o'months Big business and big is all that I want I blaze up to celebrate,new empire to till we all die,till we burst and break From to guns,from the rich to the slums We ran outta dope,I don't so son While I be gunned by a mark the enemy park From daylight to reach dark and all the a'spark From when I pick em off like em in they hearts Make an example,what I said,ya end up Spayed the wall with graffiti 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 and judges,I budge when I buzz I got the City of Long goin crazy for drugs
OUTRO:(Corleone it off)