Downtown Assassins

(feat. Dat Nigga Daz, Tray Dee)

 

 [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)]