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INTRO:(*mobster talking*)

VERSE ONE:(DAT DAZ)

Vision 88 kilos of smack-dead in your face
The street value of that is what you dream to
Run an business,racketeerin
Smugglin,doin things from handin a gun,is what fearin
Bodyguards and hitmen like Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery got the cops on my
Different locations,spots where it 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 and Gambinos they run uptown
Me and my Corleone we run downtown
Murder's an everyday in the city
Where you gotta chips,jag robberies and do in its
Tanadian Nay,the of the weapons
Hit verandahs and do a thing unexpected
So we plan a plot with an Uzi and 10
Buck em till all drop,circle round the block
Let em have it as soon as come out
on their ass,commence to takin them out!

INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking)
Throughout the streets of Long
The was infected with drugs,dope pealers and addicts
have 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 stop the of drugs
from coming our country, but they can't
The murders have increased more than 95% and the amount
of which they make is more 700 million dollars
Now by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion

TWO:(TRAY DEE)
I had no choice or for time for puttin it down
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if come from my town
I been around since the makin it pop
Young crook keepin hook,nigga,shakin the
Had to be a not to get ran out
Look for help,you help yourself cos no handout
Since the city Long Beach is G's and hos
You hold on ya but them fiendish foes
Trust,bust,be and I ain't ya curse
Cos the that I dared to (?agank?) the first
Think I be deceased 'fore I reach my calling
As long as I'm haulin my I'm stallin
I bring it to ya hard from the streets of
Where niggas get to grief for strikes
speak on the creep,mo' fools is listenin
And war story glory ain't worth the
Real niggas still get a mob respect
If you ya set,till ya bite the deck
Who I the Dee,nigga check the file
Under G you will see not to sweat my
I'm em out!

INTERLUDE:(Corleone talking more)

THREE:(SNOOP DOGG)
I come through blastin,me as a Assassin
Mashin,may they rest in in they caskets
Shoot em down in of Hassans
Should've from the gate,who's the baddest?
In my zone,Don Corleone
For the of forty men
Ordered to hit and watch him again and again
the U-S-C,I shift ki's,a 120 plane rides
Multiplied by G's,87.3 million in a matter
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
knives to guns,from the rich to the slums
We ran outta dope,I don't 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 darts
Stab em in hearts
Make an example,what I said,ya end up
Spayed the wall with graffiti like for all my lost Doggs
Never until I see the blue sky till I die
All I ever is to be left alone
Me myself,me my dope,me and my
Got paid by cops and judges,I when I buzz
I got the City of Long Beach goin crazy for

OUTRO:(Corleone it off)