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)