Yeah, vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your The street value of that is you dream to make Run an illegal business, Smugglin', doin' things from handin' a gun, is what fearin'
Bodyguards and hit men like Al Capone shit Heavy artillery got the cops on my 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 and the Corleones and me The violators and 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 it's Tanadian Nay, the charge of the Hit from veranda's and do a thing
So we plan a with an Uzi and 10 shot Buck 'em till all drop, circle round the block Let 'em it as soon as they come out Unload on their ass, commence to takin' out
Throughout the of Long Beach The streets was infected drugs, dope pealers and addicts Gangs taken over 75 percent of our town as the young Youth is outrageous with crime They feel no remorse what so ever, as the law
Have tried to the trafficking of drugs From into our country, but they can't The murders have more than 95 percent 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 it down Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my I been around since the Jump makin' it pop Young keepin' hook, nigga, shakin' the spot
Had to be a not to get ran out Look for help, you help yourself 'cos no handout Since the city Long is only G's and hoes You hold on ya heat but them fiendish
Trust, bust, be aware and I ya curse 'Cos the that I dared to gang the first 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 from the streets of Where niggas get to grief for strikes Don't on the creep, mo' fools is listenin' And war story glory worth the riskin'
Real niggas still get a mob like If you ya set, till ya bite the deck Who I be? I'm the Dee, nigga check the Under G you see not to sweat my style I'm 'em out
I come through blastin', me as a Downtown Mashin', may rest in peace in they caskets Shoot 'em in front of Hassans Should've known from the gate, who's the
In my zone, Don Corleone wanted for the murder of men Ordered to hit and watch him again and again the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 plane rides Multiplied by G's, 87.3 in a matter of months
Big business and big is all that I want 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 dope, I don't think so son While I be gunned by a mark the enemy park daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark From when I pick 'em off like darts, stab 'em in they
Make an example, what I said, ya end up Spayed the wall with graffiti like for all my lost Doggs Never until 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 cops and judges, I budge when I I got the City of Long Beach goin' for drugs