INTRO:(*mobster Corleone talking*) 

VERSE ONE:(DAT [bad word] DAZ) 
Yeah 
Vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face 
The street value of that is what you dream to make [bad word] an illegal business,racketeerin 
Smugglin,doin things from handin a gun,is what they fearin 
Bodyguards and hitmen like some Al Capone [bad word] 
Heavy artillery got the cops on my [bad word] 
Different locations,spots where it takes place 
If you show them my money,your [bad word] is gettin f-laid 
There's four major games [bad word] the city of G's 
The violators,the Gambinos and the Corleones and me 
The violators and Gambinos [bad word] uptown 
Me and my cousin Corleone [bad word] 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 [bad word] out 
Unload on their [bad [bad word] to takin them out! 

INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking) 
Throughout the streets of Long Beach 
The streets was infected with [bad word] 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 [bad word]  [bad word] into our country, but they can't 
The murders have increased more than 95% and the [bad word] 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 [bad word] from my town 
I been around since the Jumpstreet makin it pop 
Young crook keepin hook [bad word] 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  [bad word] bust,be aware and I ain't ya curse 

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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 [bad word] check the file 
Under you will see not to sweat my style 
I'm takin em out! 

INTERLUDE:(Corleone talking some more) 

VERSE THREE:(SNOOP DOGG)  [bad word] 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