INTRO:(*mobster talking*)
VERSE ONE:(DAT DAZ) Vision 88 kilos of smack-dead in your face The street value of that is you dream to make Run an business,racketeerin Smugglin,doin things from a gun,is what they fearin Bodyguards and hitmen like Al Capone shit Heavy got the cops on my dick Different locations,spots where it place If you them my money,your ass is gettin f-laid four 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 Corleone we run downtown Murder's an everyday thang in the Where you plot chips,jag robberies and do in its Tanadian Nay,the charge of the Hit from and do a thing unexpected So we plan a plot with an Uzi and 10 Buck em they all drop,circle round the block Let em have it as soon as come out Unload on ass,commence to takin them out!
INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking) Throughout the of Long Beach The streets was infected with drugs,dope pealers and Gangs have taken over 75% of our town as the youth is outrageous with crime feel no remorse whatsoever, as the law enforcements have 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 is more than 700 million dollars Now by the IRS and we will 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 Young crook 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 but them fiendish foes Trust,bust,be and I ain't ya curse Cos the that I dared to (?agank?) the first Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my As as I'm haulin my heat I'm stallin I bring it to ya hard from the streets of niggas get rewarded to grief for strikes Don't speak on the creep,mo' is listenin And war story glory ain't worth the Real niggas still get a mob respect If you represent ya set,till ya bite the 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 through blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin Mashin,may they in peace in they caskets 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 shift ki's,a 120 rides Multiplied by G's,87.3 million in a 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 and break From knives to guns,from the to the slums We ran outta dope,I think so son I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park From daylight to dark and all the clucks a'spark From I pick em off like darts Stab em in they an example,what I said,ya end up dead Spayed the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my Doggs Never reach until I see the blue sky I die All I ever want is to be left Me myself,me my dope,me and my Got paid by cops and judges,I budge when I I got the City of Long Beach crazy for drugs
OUTRO:(Corleone it off)