Downtown Assassins

[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

Niggas 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, nigga, 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 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]

[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]