INTRO:(*mobster talking*)
VERSE ONE:(DAT DAZ) Vision 88 of cocaine 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 they fearin Bodyguards and hitmen like Al Capone shit artillery got the cops on my dick Different locations,spots it takes place If you them my money,your ass is gettin f-laid There's four games that run the city of G's The violators,the and the Corleones and me The and Gambinos they run uptown Me and my cousin Corleone we run Murder's an everyday thang in the Where you gotta chips,jag robberies and do in its Nay,the charge of the weapons Hit from verandahs and do a unexpected So we a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot Buck em till they all drop,circle the block Let em it as soon as they come out Unload on ass,commence to takin them out!
INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking) Throughout the streets of Beach The was infected with drugs,dope pealers and addicts Gangs have taken over 75% of our town as the behaviour is outrageous with crime They feel no remorse whatsoever, as the law tried to stop the trafficking of drugs from coming into our country, but they The murders have increased more 95% and the drug amount of which they make is more than 700 million Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax
TWO:(TRAY DEE) I had no choice or remorse for for puttin it down Niggas know the is stupid if they come from my town I been since the Jumpstreet makin it pop Young 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 Long Beach is G's and hos You hold on ya heat but them foes Trust,bust,be aware and I 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 haulin my I'm stallin I bring it to ya hard from the streets of Where get rewarded to grief for strikes Don't speak on the creep,mo' fools is And war story glory ain't worth the Real still get a mob like respect If you represent ya set,till ya bite the Who I be?I'm the Dee,nigga check the G you will see not to sweat my style I'm em out!
INTERLUDE:(Corleone talking more)
THREE:(SNOOP DOGG) I come blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin Mashin,may they rest in peace in caskets em down in front of Hassans Should've known from the gate,who's the In my zone,Don Corleone 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 to make Toast till we all die,till we and break From knives to guns,from the to the slums We ran dope,I don't think so son I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park From daylight to dark and all the clucks a'spark when I pick em off like darts Stab em in hearts an example,what I said,ya end up dead Spayed the wall with graffiti hogs for all my lost Doggs Never reach 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 and judges,I budge when I buzz I got the City of Long Beach goin crazy for
OUTRO:(Corleone it off)