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Yeah, vision 88 kilos of cocaine in your face
The street of that is what you dream to make
Run an illegal business,
Smugglin', doin' from handin' a gun, is what they fearin'

Bodyguards and hit men some Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery got the cops on my
locations, spots where it takes place
If you show them my money, ass is gettin' F-laid

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

Murder's an everyday thang in the
you gotta plot chips, jag robberies and do in it's
Tanadian Nay, the of the weapons
Hit from and do a thing 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 as they come out
on their ass, commence to takin' them out

Throughout the streets of Beach
The streets was infected drugs, dope pealers and addicts
Gangs have over 75 percent of our town as the young
Youth is outrageous with crime
They feel no what so ever, as the law enforcements

Have tried to stop the trafficking of
From coming into our country, but can't
The murders have increased more 95 percent 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

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

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

Trust, bust, be aware and I ya curse
'Cos the niggas that I dared to gang the 2.10
Think I might be deceased 'fore I my calling
As long as I'm haulin' my I'm stallin'

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

niggas still get a mob like respect
If you represent ya set, till ya the deck
Who I be? I'm the Dee, nigga the file
Under G you see not to sweat my style
I'm 'em out

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

In my zone, Don Corleone wanted for the murder of men
to hit and watch him kill again and again
From the U S C, I ki's, a 120 plane rides
Multiplied by G's, 87.3 in a matter of months

Big business and big dollars is all that I
I blaze up to celebrate, new empire to
Toast till we all die, 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 from the enemy park
daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark
From when I pick 'em off darts, stab 'em in they hearts

Make an example, 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 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 crazy for drugs