INTRO:(*mobster talking*)
VERSE ONE:(DAT DAZ) Vision 88 kilos of smack-dead in your face The street value of is what you dream to make Run an business,racketeerin Smugglin,doin things from handin a gun,is what they Bodyguards and hitmen like Al Capone shit Heavy artillery got the cops on my Different locations,spots where it takes If you show my money,your ass is gettin f-laid There's four major that run the city of G's The violators,the and the Corleones and me The violators and Gambinos run uptown Me and my cousin Corleone we run Murder's an thang in the city you gotta plot chips,jag robberies and do in its Tanadian Nay,the charge of the Hit from verandahs and do a unexpected So we plan a plot with an Uzi and 10 Buck em till they all drop,circle round the Let em have it as soon as come out on their ass,commence to takin them out!
INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking) Throughout the streets of Beach The streets was with drugs,dope pealers and addicts Gangs taken over 75% of our town as the young youth is outrageous with crime They no remorse whatsoever, as the law enforcements have tried to the trafficking of drugs from into our country, but they can't The murders have increased than 95% and the drug amount of which 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 know the scoop is stupid if they come from my 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 help cos there's no handout Since the city Long is only G's and hos You hold on ya but them fiendish foes Trust,bust,be and I ain't ya curse Cos the niggas I dared to (?agank?) the first Think I be deceased 'fore I reach my calling As long as I'm my heat I'm stallin I bring it to ya hard from the streets of Where niggas get to grief for strikes Don't on the creep,mo' fools 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 will see not to sweat my I'm em out!
INTERLUDE:(Corleone some more)
THREE:(SNOOP DOGG) I through blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin Mashin,may they in peace in they caskets Shoot em down in of Hassans Should've from the gate,who's the baddest? In my zone,Don wanted For the murder of men Ordered to hit and him kill again and again 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 dollars is all I want I blaze up to celebrate,new empire to Toast till we all die,till we burst and From knives to guns,from the to the slums We ran outta dope,I think so son While I be gunned by a mark the enemy park From daylight to reach and all the clucks a'spark From when I pick em off darts em in they hearts Make an example,what I said,ya end up Spayed the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my Doggs Never reach until I see the blue sky I die All I ever 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 Beach crazy for drugs
OUTRO:(Corleone it off)