作词 : Arnaud, Big Tray Deee ... Yeah, vision 88 kilos of ******* 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 **** Heavy artillery got the cops on my **** Different locations, spots where it takes place If you show them my money, your ass is gettin' F-laidThere's four major games that run the city of G'sThe 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 ass, commence to takin' them out Throughout the streets of Long Beach The streets was infected with drugs, **** 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 *****s 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, *****, 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 *****s 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 *****s 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 *****s still get a mob like respect If you represent ya set, till ya bite the deck Who I be? I'm the Dee, ***** 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 Assassin Mashin', may they rest in peace in they caskets Shoot 'em down in front of HassansShould'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 wantI 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 ****, 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 DoggsNever reach until I see the blue sky till I dieAll I ever want is to be left alone Me myself, me my ****, me and my chrome Got paid by cops and judges, I budge when I buzzI got the City of Long Beach goin' crazy for drugs
作词 : Arnaud, Big Tray Deee ... Yeah, vision 88 kilos of ******* 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 **** Heavy artillery got the cops on my **** Different locations, spots where it takes place If you show them my money, your ass is gettin' F-laidThere's four major games that run the city of G'sThe 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 ass, commence to takin' them out Throughout the streets of Long Beach The streets was infected with drugs, **** 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 *****s 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, *****, 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 *****s 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 *****s 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 *****s still get a mob like respect If you represent ya set, till ya bite the deck Who I be? I'm the Dee, ***** 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 Assassin Mashin', may they rest in peace in they caskets Shoot 'em down in front of HassansShould'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 wantI 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 ****, 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 DoggsNever reach until I see the blue sky till I dieAll I ever want is to be left alone Me myself, me my ****, me and my chrome Got paid by cops and judges, I budge when I buzzI got the City of Long Beach goin' crazy for drugs
