Yeah, 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face The street value of that is what you to make Run an business, racketeerin' Smugglin', doin' things from handin' a gun, is what they
Bodyguards and hit men like some Al Capone Heavy artillery got the on my dick Different locations, where it takes place If you show them my money, ass is gettin' F-laid
There's four major that run the city of G's The violators, the and the Corleones and me The violators and they run uptown Me and my cousin Corleone we run
Murder's an everyday thang in the Where you 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 a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot Buck 'em they all drop, circle round the block Let 'em it as soon as they come out Unload on their ass, commence to them out
Throughout the streets of Beach The was infected with drugs, dope pealers and addicts Gangs have taken over 75 of our town as the young Youth behavior is outrageous crime feel no remorse what so ever, as the law enforcements
Have tried to stop the of drugs From coming into our country, but they The murders have increased more than 95 percent and the drug Of which they make is more than 700 million Now by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no or remorse for time for puttin' it down Niggas the scoop is stupid if they 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 yourself 'cos there's no the city Long Beach is only 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 the first 2.10 I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling As long as I'm my heat I'm stallin'
I bring it to ya hard from the streets of Where niggas get rewarded to grief for Don't speak on the creep, mo' fools is 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, check the file 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 Shoot 'em down in front of Should've known the gate, who's the baddest?
In my zone, Don Corleone wanted for the murder of men Ordered to hit and him kill again and again From the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 plane Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a matter of
Big business and big dollars is all that I I blaze up to celebrate, new to make Toast till we all die, till we and break From to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran outta dope, I think so son While I be gunned by a mark the enemy park From daylight to reach dark and all the a'spark From when I 'em off like darts, stab 'em in they 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 want is to be left alone Me myself, me my dope, me and my Got by cops and judges, I budge when I buzz I got the of Long Beach goin' crazy for drugs