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INTRO:(*mobster Corleone talking*)
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VERSE ONE:(DAT NIGGA DAZ)
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Yeah
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Vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face
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The street value of that is what you dream to make
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Run an illegal business,racketeerin
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Smugglin,doin things from handin a gun,is what they fearin
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Bodyguards and hitmen like some Al Capone shit
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Heavy artillery got the cops on my dick
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Different locations,spots where it takes place
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If you show them my money,your ass is gettin f-laid
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There's four major games that run the city of G's
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The violators,the Gambinos and the Corleones and me
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The violators and Gambinos they run uptown
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Me and my cousin Corleone we run downtown
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Murder's an everyday thang in the city
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Where you gotta plot chips,jag robberies and do in its
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Tanadian Nay,the charge of the weapons
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Hit from verandahs and do a thing unexpected
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So we plan a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot
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Buck em till they all drop,circle round the block
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Let em have it as soon as they come out
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Unload on their ass,commence to takin them out!
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INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking)
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Throughout the streets of Long Beach
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The streets was infected with drugs,dope pealers and addicts
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Gangs have taken over 75% of our town as the young
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youth behaviour is outrageous with crime
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They feel no remorse whatsoever, as the law enforcements
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have tried to stop the trafficking of drugs
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from coming into our country, but they can't
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The murders have increased more than 95% and the drug amount
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of which they make is more than 700 million dollars
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Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
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VERSE TWO:(TRAY DEE)
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I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin it down
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Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my town
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I been around since the Jumpstreet makin it pop
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Young crook keepin hook,nigga,shakin the spot
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Had to be a standout not to get ran out
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Look for help,you help yourself cos there's no handout
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Since the city Long Beach is only G's and hos
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You hold on ya heat but them fiendish foes
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Trust,bust,be aware and I ain't ya curse
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Cos the niggas that I dared to (?agank?) the first
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Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling
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As long as I'm haulin my heat I'm stallin
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I bring it to ya hard from the streets of life
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Where niggas get rewarded to grief for strikes
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Don't speak on the creep,mo' fools is listenin
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And war story glory ain't worth the riskin
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Real niggas still get a mob like respect
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If you represent ya set,till ya bite the deck
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Who I be?I'm the Dee,nigga check the file
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Under G you will see not to sweat my style
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I'm takin em out!
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INTERLUDE:(Corleone talking some more)
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VERSE THREE:(SNOOP DOGG)
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I come through blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin
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Mashin,may they rest in peace in they caskets
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Shoot em down in front of Hassans
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Should've known from the gate,who's the baddest?
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In my zone,Don Corleone wanted
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For the murder of forty men
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Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and again
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From the U-S-C,I shift ki's,a 120 plane rides
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Multiplied by G's,87.3 million in a matter o'months
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Big business and big dollars is all that I want
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I blaze up to celebrate,new empire to make
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Toast till we all die,till we burst and break
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From knives to guns,from the rich to the slums
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We ran outta dope,I don't think so son
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While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
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From daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark
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From when I pick em off like darts
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Stab em in they hearts
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Make an example,what I said,ya end up dead
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Spayed the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs
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Never reach until I see the blue sky till I die
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All I ever want is to be left alone
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Me myself,me my dope,me and my chrome
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Got paid by cops and judges,I budge when I buzz
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I got the City of Long Beach goin crazy for drugs
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OUTRO:(Corleone capping it off)
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Downtown Assassins
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| Snoop Doggy Dogg |
