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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 hit men like some Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery got the cops on my d**k
Different locations, spots where it takes place
If you show them my money, your a*s 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 it's
Tanadian Nay, the charge of the weapons
Hit from veranda's 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 a*s, commence to takin' them out

Throughout the streets of Long Beach
The streets was infected with drugs, dope pealers and addicts
Gangs have taken over 75 percent of our town as the young
Youth behavior is outrageous with crime
They feel no remorse what so ever, 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 percent 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

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 Jump street 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 hoes
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 gang the first 2.10
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

I come through blastin', me as a Downtown a*sa*sin
Mashin', may they rest in peace in they caskets
Shoot 'em down in front of Ha*sans
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 of 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



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