Downtown Assassins
Big Tray Deee Lyrics


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Hey, man
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again, or somethin', huh?
We got the fuckin' money and they don't got the fuckin' stuff?
I tell you man, they fuck with Tray, ayo Daz Dillinger, Corleone (yeah)
They don't know us
Vision eighty-eight kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face
The street value of that is what you dream to make
Runnin' illegal business, racketeering
Smugglin', doin' things from handling the gun is what they fearin'
Bodyguards and hitmans like some Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery got the cops on my dick
Different locations, spots where it take 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 every day thing in the city
Where you gotta clock chips, jack robberies and doin' hits
Ton, Eighty, and Nate, in charge of the weapons
Hit from verandahs and do our thing unexpected
So we plan a plot with an Uzi and ten shot
Buck 'em 'til they all drop, circle 'round the block
Let 'em have it as soon as they come out
Unload on they ass, commence to takin' 'em out (out)

Throughout the streets of Long Beach
The streets was infested with drugs, dope peddlers and addicts (yeah)
Gangs have taken over seventy-five percent 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 comin' into our country, but they can't
The murders have increased more than ninety-five percent
And the drug amount of which they make
Is more than seven hundred million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion

I had no choice or remorse when 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 'cause ain't no handout
Since the city Long Beach is only Gs and hoes
You hold on your heat for them fiendish foes
Trust, bust, be aware and I ain't your curse
'Cause the niggas that I dared to'll gank you first
Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my callin'
But long as I'm haulin', my heat I'm stallin' (shh)
I bring it to you 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 your set 'til you 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

Everybody, okay
Take a good fuckin' look at the bad guy
It's the last time you gonna see a bad guy look like this, huh
You know, I tell you, huh, Corleone

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. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three 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, 'til we all die, 'til we burst and break
From knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight to reach dark, gettin' all the clucks to spark
From when I pick 'em off like darts, stab 'em in they hearts
Make an example, what I said, you end up dead
Spray the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost dogs
Never reach until I see the blue sky 'til 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

I tellin' you man, we do them good
And they don't do us good back, huh
But you know what a hustle is Don Corleone?
A hustle is a pig that don't fuckin' fly straight, okay?
They wanna play rough, huh? They wanna play rough, okay
Say hello to my little fuckin' friends
Okay, look at you now




You look like the fuckin' cockroaches now
DPG

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Big Tray Deee's song Downtown Assassins describe the violent world of drug dealing and gang warfare in Long Beach, California. Tray Dee describes himself as part of the Corleone gang, one of four major gangs controlling the city. The gangs engage in illegal activities like selling cocaine, racketeering, and smuggling. Violence is commonplace, with murders and robberies happening daily. Tray Dee describes himself as a "Downtown Assassin," someone who takes out his enemies with lethal force. He boasts of his weapons and his willingness to use them, stating "where you gotta clock chips, jack robberies and doin' hits." The lyrics also touch on the inability of law enforcement to control drug trafficking and prosecute the gangs for tax evasion.


The lyrics are a reflection of the realities of gang life and drug dealing in Long Beach, which was plagued by violence and drug addiction in the 1980s and 1990s. The lyrics paint a bleak picture of a society ravaged by drugs and gang warfare, where money and power are everything and violence is a way of life. The lyrics also show the conflict and tension between the different gangs, and the cruelty and brutality that they inflict upon each other. Overall, the lyrics present a raw and unvarnished portrait of a violent and lawless world.


Line by Line Meaning

Vision eighty-eight kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face
Imagine seeing 88 kilos of cocaine right in front of you


The street value of that is what you dream to make
That much cocaine would earn you a fortune


Runnin' illegal business, racketeering
Engaging in illegal activities and organized crime


Smugglin', doin' things from handling the gun is what they fearin'
Engaging in smuggling and violence, which scares people


Bodyguards and hitmans like some Al Capone shit
Having bodyguards and hitmen like the infamous gangster Al Capone


Heavy artillery got the cops on my dick
Having powerful weapons, which attracts police attention


Different locations, spots where it take place
Operating at various locations for illegal activities


If you short on my money, your ass is gettin' filleted
If you owe me money and don't pay, you'll face severe consequences


There's four major gangs that run the city of G's
Four dominant gangs control the city


The Violators, the Gambinos and the Corleones and me
The Violators, Gambinos, Corleones, and my crew are the dominant gangs


The Violators and Gambinos, they run uptown
The Violators and Gambinos control the uptown area


Me and my cousin Corleone, we run downtown
My cousin Corleone and I control the downtown area


Murder's an every day thing in the city
Murders happen regularly in the city


Where you gotta clock chips, jack robberies and doin' hits
Engaging in theft and violence to make money


Ton, Eighty, and Nate, in charge of the weapons
Ton, Eighty, and Nate are responsible for the weapons


Hit from verandahs and do our thing unexpected
Launching surprise attacks from hidden locations


So we plan a plot with an Uzi and ten shot
Planning to use an Uzi with ten rounds in our plot


Buck 'em 'til they all drop, circle 'round the block
Shoot them until they all fall, then flee the scene


Let 'em have it as soon as they come out
Attack them immediately when they appear


Unload on they ass, commence to takin' 'em out (out)
Unload our weapons and start eliminating them


Throughout the streets of Long Beach
Across the streets of Long Beach


The streets was infested with drugs, dope peddlers and addicts
The streets were filled with drugs, drug dealers, and addicts


Gangs have taken over seventy-five percent of our town
Gangs control a significant portion of our town


As the young youth behavior is outrageous with crime
The behavior of young people is filled with crime and is extremely concerning


They feel no remorse whatsoever
They have no remorse at all


As the law enforcements have tried to stop the trafficking of drugs
Law enforcement has attempted to prevent drug trafficking


From comin' into our country, but they can't
But they haven't been successful


The murders have increased more than ninety-five percent
The number of murders has increased by over 95%


And the drug amount of which they make
And the amount of money they make from drugs


Is more than seven hundred million dollars
Is over 700 million dollars


Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
They are now pursued by the IRS for tax evasion


I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
I felt no regret or hesitation when it came to violent actions


Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my town
People from my town know that it's foolish to mess with me


I been around since the Jumpstreet makin' it pop
I've been in the game since the beginning, making things happen


Young crook keepin' hook, nigga shakin' the spot
As a young criminal, I'm making waves and causing disruption


Had to be a standout not to get ran out
I had to stand out to avoid being forced out


Look for help, you help yourself 'cause ain't no handout
You have to rely on yourself because no one will give you a handout


Since the city Long Beach is only Gs and hoes
In a city like Long Beach, it's only dominated by gangsters and prostitutes


You hold on your heat for them fiendish foes
You carry a weapon to protect yourself from dangerous enemies


Trust, bust, be aware and I ain't your curse
Be cautious, be ready to attack, and don't underestimate me


'Cause the niggas that I dared to'll gank you first
Those who dare to challenge me will be taken out first


Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my callin'
I might die before fulfilling my destiny


But long as I'm haulin', my heat I'm stallin' (shh)
As long as I'm carrying my weapon, I'm prepared for anything


I bring it to you hard from the streets of life
I deliver a raw and authentic experience from the streets


Where niggas get rewarded to grief with stripes
In this environment, people gain respect through violence and adversity


Don't speak on the creep, move, fools is listenin'
Don't talk about our illegal activities, because people are listening


And war story glory ain't worth the riskin'
The glory of war stories is not worth the risks involved


Real niggas still get a mob like respect
True gangsters still earn respect similar to a mob


If you represent your set 'til you bite the deck
If you stay loyal to your gang until you die


Who I be? I'm the Dee, nigga, check the file
Who am I? I'm Big Tray Deee, check my reputation


Under G you will see not to sweat my style
As a gangster, you'll see that my style shouldn't be underestimated


I'm takin' 'em out
I'm eliminating my enemies


Everybody, okay
Everyone, listen up


Take a good fuckin' look at the bad guy
Pay attention to the villain


It's the last time you gonna see a bad guy look like this, huh
You won't see a bad guy like me again


You know, I tell you, huh, Corleone
I'm referring to my cousin Corleone


I come through blastin', me as a Downtown Assassin
I enter aggressively as a killer from the downtown area


Mashin', may they rest in peace in they caskets
Making my presence known, and may my victims rest in peace


Shoot 'em down in front of Hassans
Killing them in front of Hassans (a location or establishment)


Should've known from the gate, who's the baddest
They should have known from the beginning who is the most dangerous


In my zone, Don Corleone, wanted
In my territory, Don Corleone is wanted


For the murder of forty men
For killing forty men


Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and again
I ordered the killing and watched him do it repeatedly


From the U.S. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
I transport kilograms of drugs across US borders, taking 120 plane trips


Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three million in a matter of months
Multiplied by my associates, I made 87.3 million dollars in a short time


Big business and big dollars is all that I want
Making a lot of money is my sole desire


I blaze up to celebrate, new empire to make
I celebrate by smoking and look forward to building a new criminal empire


Toast, 'til we all die, 'til we burst and break
We raise our glasses and toast until our death


From knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
Operating with various weapons and dealing with people from different societal backgrounds


We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
We never run out of drugs, don't believe otherwise


While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
While I may be killed by a rival gang member


From daylight to reach dark, gettin' all the clucks to spark
From morning until nightfall, getting drug addicts to buy and use drugs


From when I pick 'em off like darts, stab 'em in they hearts
Attacking and killing them swiftly and mercilessly


Make an example, what I said, you end up dead
I use them as an example, and if they don't comply, they die


Spray the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost dogs
Tagging the wall with graffiti as a tribute to my fallen comrades


Never reach until I see the blue sky 'til I die
Never allowing myself to relax until I die


All I ever want is to be left alone
All I desire is to be left in peace


Me, myself, me, my dope, me and my chrome
Just me, my drugs, and my gun


Got paid by cops and judges, I budge when I buzz
I receive bribes from police and judges and I don't budge when they try to control me


I got the City of Long Beach goin' crazy for drugs
I am responsible for the drug frenzy in the City of Long Beach


I tellin' you man, we do them good
I'm telling you, we do well in our criminal activities


And they don't do us good back, huh
But they don't treat us well in return


But you know what a hustle is Don Corleone?
But Don Corleone, you know what a hustle is?


A hustle is a pig that don't fuckin' fly straight, okay?
A hustle is a dishonest and unreliable person, you understand?


They wanna play rough, huh? They wanna play rough, okay
They want to engage in violence, right? Well, let's play rough then


Say hello to my little fuckin' friends
Meet my dangerous associates


Okay, look at you now
Look at how things turned out for you


You look like the fuckin' cockroaches now
You look weak and insignificant now


DPG
Dogg Pound Gangsta




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Written by: Delmar Arnaud, Tracey Davis

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