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Yeah, vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in face
The street value of that is what you to make
Run an illegal business,
Smugglin', things from handin' a gun, is what they fearin'

Bodyguards and hit men like Al Capone shit
artillery got the cops on my dick
Different locations, where it takes place
If you show them my money, your ass is F-laid

There's four major that run the city of G's
The violators, the Gambinos and the and me
The violators and Gambinos they run
Me and my Corleone we run downtown

Murder's an thang in the city
Where you plot chips, jag robberies and do in it's
Tanadian Nay, the of the weapons
Hit from veranda's and do a unexpected

So we a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot
Buck 'em they all drop, circle round the block
Let 'em have it as soon as they out
Unload on ass, commence to takin' them out

Throughout the streets of Beach
The streets was infected with drugs, pealers and addicts
Gangs have taken over 75 percent of our town as the
Youth behavior is outrageous crime
feel no remorse what so ever, 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 drug amount
Of which they make is than 700 million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax

I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin' it
know the scoop is stupid if they come from my town
I been around the Jump street makin' it pop
Young crook keepin' hook, nigga, the spot

Had to be a not to get ran out
Look for help, you help yourself 'cos there's no
Since the city Long Beach is G's and hoes
You on ya heat but them fiendish foes

Trust, bust, be aware and I ain't ya
'Cos the niggas that I dared to gang the 2.10
Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my
As long as I'm haulin' my I'm stallin'

I bring it to ya hard from the of life
niggas get rewarded to grief for strikes
Don't speak on the creep, mo' fools is
And war story ain't worth the riskin'

Real niggas still get a mob respect
If you ya set, till ya bite the deck
Who I be? I'm the Dee, check the file
Under G you will see not to my style
I'm 'em out

I come through blastin', me as a Assassin
Mashin', may they rest in peace in caskets
'em down in front of Hassans
Should've from the gate, who's the baddest?

In my zone, Don Corleone wanted for the murder of men
Ordered to hit and watch him kill and again
From the U S C, I ki's, a 120 plane rides
by G's, 87.3 million in a matter of 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 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 mark from the enemy
daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark
From when I pick 'em off darts, stab 'em in they hearts

an example, what I said, ya end up dead
Spayed the wall graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs
Never until I see the blue sky till I die

All I ever want is to be left
Me myself, me my dope, me and my
Got by cops and judges, I budge when I buzz
I got the City of Long Beach crazy for drugs