Yeah, vision 88 of cocaine smack-dead in your face The street value of that is what you to make Run an illegal business, Smugglin', doin' from handin' a gun, is what they fearin'
and hit men like some Al Capone shit Heavy got the cops on my dick Different locations, spots where it takes If you show my money, your ass is gettin' 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 cousin Corleone we run
an everyday thang in the city Where you gotta 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 till they all drop, circle round the Let 'em have it as soon as come out on their ass, commence to takin' them out
Throughout the streets of Beach The streets was with drugs, dope pealers and addicts Gangs taken over 75 percent of our town as the young Youth behavior is outrageous with They feel no remorse so ever, as the law enforcements
tried to stop the trafficking of drugs From coming our country, but they can't The have increased more than 95 percent and the drug amount Of which they make is more 700 million dollars Now by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or for time for puttin' it down Niggas know the scoop is stupid if come from my town I been around since the street makin' it pop Young crook keepin' hook, nigga, shakin' the
Had to be a not to get ran out Look for help, you help 'cos there's no handout Since the city Beach is only G's and hoes You hold on ya heat but fiendish foes
Trust, bust, be and I ain't ya curse 'Cos the niggas that I dared to gang the 2.10 Think I be deceased 'fore I reach my calling As long as I'm haulin' my I'm stallin'
I it to ya hard from the streets of life Where niggas get rewarded to for strikes Don't on the creep, mo' fools is listenin' And war story ain't worth the riskin'
Real still get a mob like respect 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 through blastin', me as a Downtown Mashin', may they in peace in they caskets 'em down in front of Hassans Should've known from the gate, who's the
In my zone, Don wanted for the murder of forty men Ordered to hit and him kill again 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 is all that I want I blaze up to celebrate, new to make Toast we all die, till we burst and break From knives to guns, from the rich to the
We ran outta dope, I don't so son While I be gunned by a mark from the park From daylight to reach dark and all the clucks From when I pick 'em off like darts, stab 'em in hearts
an example, what I said, ya end up dead Spayed the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost Never reach until I see the 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 I buzz I got the City of Beach goin' crazy for drugs