featuring Dat Nigga Daz Tray Dee



INTRO:(*mobster Corleone talking*)



VERSE ONE:(DAT NIGGA DAZ)

Yeah

Vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack dead in your face

The street value of that is what you dream to make

Run an illegal business racketeerin

Smugglin doin things from handin a gun is what they fearin

Bodyguards and hitmen like some Al Capone shit

Heavy artillery got the cops on my dick

Different locations,spots where it takes place

If you show them my money,your ass is gettin f-laid

There's four major games that run the city of G's

The violators,the Gambinos and the Corleones and me

The violators and Gambinos they run uptown

Me and my cousin Corleone we run downtown

Murder's an everyday thang in the city

Where you gotta plot chips,jag robberies and do in its

Tanadian Nay,the charge of the weapons

Hit from verandahs and do a thing unexpected

So we plan a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot

Buck em till they all drop,circle round the block

Let em have it as soon as they come out

Unload on their ass,commence to takin them out!



INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking)

Throughout the streets of Long Beach

The streets was infected with drugs,dope pealers and addicts

Gangs have taken over 75% of our town as the young

youth behaviour is outrageous with crime

They feel no remorse whatsoever, as the law enforcements

have tried to stop the trafficking of drugs

from coming into our country, but they can't

The murders have increased more than 95% and the drug amount

of which they make is more than 700 million dollars

Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion



VERSE TWO:(TRAY DEE)

I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin it down

Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my town

I been around since the Jumpstreet makin it pop

Young crook keepin hook,nigga,shakin the spot

Had to be a standout not to get ran out

Look for help,you help yourself cos there's no handout

Since the city Long Beach is only G's and hos

You hold on ya heat but them fiendish foes

Trust,bust,be aware and I ain't ya curse

Cos the niggas that I dared to (?agank?) the first

Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling

As long as I'm haulin my heat I'm stallin

I bring it to ya hard from the streets of life

Where niggas get rewarded to grief for strikes

Don't speak on the creep,mo' fools is listenin

And war story glory ain't worth the riskin

Real niggas still get a mob like respect

If you represent ya set,till ya bite the deck

Who I be?I'm the Dee,nigga check the file

Under G you will see not to sweat my style

I'm takin em out!



INTERLUDE:(Corleone talking some more)



VERSE THREE:(SNOOP DOGG)

I come through blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin

Mashin,may they rest in peace in they caskets

Shoot em down in front of Hassans

Should've known from the gate,who's the baddest?

In my zone,Don Corleone wanted

For the murder of forty men

Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and again

From the U-S-C,I shift ki's,a 120 plane rides

Multiplied by G's,87.3 million in a matter o'months

Big business and big dollars is all that I want

I blaze up to celebrate,new empire to make

Toast till we all die,till we burst and break

From knives to guns,from the rich to the slums

We ran outta dope,I don't think so son

While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park

From daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark

From when I pick em off like darts

Stab em in they hearts

Make an example,what I said,ya end up dead

Spayed the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs

Never reach until I see the blue sky till I die

All I ever want is to be left alone

Me myself,me my dope,me and my chrome

Got paid by cops and judges,I budge when I buzz

I got the City of Long Beach goin crazy for drugs



OUTRO:(Corleone capping it off