Yeah, vision 88 of cocaine smack-dead in your face The street value of that is you dream to make Run an business, racketeerin' Smugglin', doin' things from handin' a gun, is what they
Bodyguards and hit men like Al Capone shit Heavy artillery got the on my dick locations, spots where it takes place If you show them my money, your ass is gettin'
There's four major games that run the of G's The violators, the and the Corleones and me The violators and Gambinos run uptown Me and my cousin Corleone we run
Murder's an everyday in the city you gotta plot chips, jag robberies and do in it's Tanadian Nay, the of the weapons Hit veranda's and do a thing unexpected
So we plan a with an Uzi and 10 shot Buck 'em they all drop, circle round the block Let 'em have it as as they come out Unload on ass, commence to takin' them out
the streets of Long Beach The streets was infected with drugs, dope and addicts Gangs have over 75 percent of our town as the young behavior is outrageous with crime They no remorse what so ever, as the law enforcements
Have tried to stop the trafficking of From coming our country, but they can't The murders have increased than 95 percent and the drug amount Of which they is more than 700 million dollars Now wanted by the IRS and we will them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin' it Niggas know the scoop is if they come from my town I around since the Jump street makin' it pop Young crook hook, nigga, shakin' 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 hold on ya heat but them fiendish
Trust, bust, be and I ain't ya curse 'Cos the niggas that I dared to gang the 2.10 Think I might be 'fore I reach my calling As as I'm haulin' my heat I'm stallin'
I bring it to ya hard from the streets of Where 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 like If you ya set, till ya bite the deck Who I be? I'm the Dee, nigga check the Under G you will see not to my style I'm 'em out
I come blastin', me as a Downtown Assassin Mashin', may they in peace in they caskets Shoot 'em in front of Hassans Should've known from the gate, the baddest?
In my zone, Don Corleone for the murder of forty men Ordered to hit and him kill again and again From the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 rides Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a of months
Big business and big dollars is all that I I up to celebrate, new empire to make Toast till we all die, till we and break From 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 From daylight to dark and all the clucks a'spark From when I pick 'em off like darts, stab 'em in they
an example, what I said, ya end up dead Spayed the with graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs Never reach until I see the sky till I die
All I ever want is to be alone Me myself, me my dope, me and my Got paid by cops and judges, I when I buzz I got the City of Long Beach goin' crazy for