[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
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, racketeering
Smuggling, 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 short on my money, your ass is gettin filleted
There's four major gangs 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 clock chips, jack robberies, and doin' this
Ten-eighty and eight ,the charge of the weapons
Hit from verandas 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 'em out!

[Interlude: Daz Dillinger]
Throughout the streets of Long Beach
The streets was infected with drugs, dope peddlers and addicts
Gangs have taken over 75% of our town as the young youth behavior 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 2: Big Tray Deee]
I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin' it down
N***as know the scoop is stupid if they come from my town
I been around since the Jumpstreet makin it pop
Young crook keep it hook, n***a, shakin' the spot
Had to be a standout not to get ran out
Look for help, you help yourself 'cause ain't no handout
Since the city Long Beach is only G's and hoes
You hold on ya heat for them fiendish foes
Trust must be a rare and a ancient curse
'Cause the n***as that'll dare to will gank you first
Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling
But long as I'm haulin' my heat I'm stallin'
I bring it to ya hard from the streets of life
Where n***as get rewarded to grief with stripes
Don't speak on the creep, move, fools is listenin'
And war story glory ain't worth the riskin'
Real n***as still get a mob-like respect
If you represent ya set, till ya bite the deck
Who I be, I'm the Dee, n***a check the file
Under G you will see not to sweat my style
I'm takin 'em out!

[Interlude: Corleone]

[Verse 3: Soop 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 Hanson's
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 US seas, I shift ki's, 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
Will I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park?
From daylight to reach dark and all the clucks'll 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]