(yo yo yo yo)
Yeah
Hereand's some food for thought
(you love to hear the story again and again)
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This is the shit that niggas die for
The shit they breath for
Sweat and cry for
Sacrafice their life for
Civlized turned to savages
Mainly out for lavish gifts
Check the story check the story
This is the shit that niggas pray for every night
And take bullets ricochet
Some would even slay for
Civilized turned to savages
Mainly out for lavish gifts
Check the story, check the story
Yo, i knew a brother named g
G was heavy weight
Niggas tried to emulate
Sellinand' weightand's how he did it
Out to make another g
Never finger-printed
Neighborhood drug lord, heand'd make you say
(g) howand'd he do it?
Had the blocked locked down
Pullinand' levers out for treasures
Like black ceaser with the ledges
G smoked benson off his hedges
Crack conisour, ghetto godfather
Got you checkinand' out the saga
I remember when he made a few bucks
They called him poo, but
That was way before he blew up
He grew up
But still he wasnand't easy
G was movinand' speedy
His team started to say
(this mother fuckerand's gettinand' greedy)
Already had a lex, man dan was vexed
Didnand't like the way he started to flex
(what the fuckand's he gettinand' vexed?)
Club hoppinand', takinand' his whip shoppinand'
Gand'd forgotten his team, now his teams plottinand'
To stop him
Making mad dough like pablo
andgt;from sellinand' mad blow
But he didnand't wanna share the cash flow
So the same old niggas that rode and strolled witand' him
(whatand'd they do, man?)
Put a fuckinand' hole in and'em
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I knew a brother named o
A super pimp nigga
Had hookers on the stroll
Heand'd make you wanna say (oh oh)
Making pesos
Every single time an h-o would give felecio
(to who?)
Every tom, dick or pedro
Witand' a sentence
I seen him turn a seven day eventess into an apprentince
Many wifes into wenches
Renlentless
Met a freak on a sunday, buy her a chocolate sundae
Have a fun day, by monday, sheand's on the runway
Then he met a chick named candace by the church of st. agnus
Planned his attack, now little candace sports spandex
Crazy pompous, he never had a concious
When candace fucked his money up, candace was unconcious
The nigga flipped on a dime
(whatand'd he do, son?)
He gave the girl more lumps than thelmaand's outmeal from good times
When she came to, that was it, she was fed
(whatand'd she do?)
Pull out a twenty two and shot him in the head
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I knew a brother named d
Livinand' on the edge
Knew how to make papes, but he didnand't know the ledge
Made a pledge to be the top baller
(and) street baller
Made cash in large portions
A fortune of extortion
And embezelment
D was never hesitant to stage a heist
Heand'd raise the price to take a life
Jewelry always glazinand' nice
Leavinand' folks in broken arms
D was always totinand' johns
(did he ever read the bible?)
Nah, d was never poand' in songs
Strictly out for makinand' cabbage
Heand'd break and damage
His estate was lavish
Coke up his nasal passage
One day, he sat and realized the lives that he took
For the first time in his life, even d got shook
He went on hands and knees
And asked forgivness from johova
But it was too late
Heand'd mixed the coke-stra with the nose-stra
He tried to leave the city
Tried to run from his job
He tried to turn his life around
He couldnand't run from the mob
They found him, tied him up, and'bout to fill him with led
But before they took his life, check the words that they said
[chorus]
(yo)
(g...o...d)
