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 and hitmen like some 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 major games that run the of G's The violators,the and the Corleones and me The and Gambinos they run uptown Me and my Corleone we run downtown an everyday thang in the city 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 plan a plot with an Uzi and 10 Buck em till they all drop,circle the block Let em have it as soon as come out Unload on their ass,commence to them out!
INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking) Throughout the of Long Beach The streets was infected drugs,dope pealers and addicts have taken over 75% of our town as the young youth behaviour is outrageous crime They no remorse whatsoever, as the law enforcements have to stop the trafficking of drugs from coming into our country, but can't The murders have increased more than 95% and the drug of which they make is than 700 million dollars Now wanted by the IRS and we will them of tax evasion
TWO:(TRAY DEE) I had no choice or remorse for time for it down Niggas know the is stupid if they come from my town I been around since the Jumpstreet it pop Young crook keepin hook,nigga,shakin the 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 heat but them foes Trust,bust,be aware and I ain't ya Cos the niggas that I to (?agank?) the first Think I might be 'fore I reach my calling As long as I'm haulin my heat I'm I bring it to ya from the streets of life Where get rewarded to grief for strikes speak on the creep,mo' fools is listenin And war story glory worth the riskin Real niggas still get a mob 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 some more)
THREE:(SNOOP DOGG) I come blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin Mashin,may they rest in peace in they em down in front of Hassans Should've known from the gate,who's the In my zone,Don wanted For the of forty men Ordered to hit and watch him kill and again From the U-S-C,I shift ki's,a 120 plane Multiplied by G's,87.3 million in a matter Big business and big dollars is all that I I blaze up to celebrate,new empire to Toast we all die,till we burst and break knives to guns,from the rich to the slums We ran outta dope,I don't so son While I be gunned by a mark from the park From daylight to reach and all the clucks 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 graffiti like hogs for all my lost 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 cops and judges,I when I buzz I got the City of Beach goin crazy for drugs
OUTRO:(Corleone it off)