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Here's food for thought
(you love to hear the story and again)

This is the that niggas die for
The shit breath for
and cry for
Sacrafice their for
turned to savages
Mainly out for lavish
the story check the story
This is the shit that pray for every night
And take bullets
Some would even for
Civilized to savages
the story, check the story
Mainly out for lavish

Yo, I knew a named G
Sellin' how he did it
G was heavy
Out to make G
Niggas tried to
Never
drug lord, he'd make you say
(G) he do it?
Had the blocked down
levers out for treasures
Like ceaser with the ledges
Crack conisour, godfather
G smoked off his hedges
Got you checkin' out the
They him Poo, but
He up
I remember when he made a few
That was way before he up
But he wasn't easy
G was speedy
His team to say
(This mother fucker's greedy)
Already had a Lex, man Dan was
Didn't like the way he to flex
Club hoppin', takin' his whip
(what the fuck's he vexed?)
G'd his team, now his teams plottin'
To him
mad dough like Pablo
>From sellin' mad
So the same old niggas that and strolled wit' him
But he didn't wanna share the flow
(what'd do, man?)
Put a hole in 'em

I knew a brother O
A pimp nigga
Had on the stroll
make you wanna say (oh oh)
Every single time an H-O would give
Making
(to who?)
Every Tom, or Pedro
Wit' a
I seen him turn a seven day eventess an apprentince
Many wifes wenches

Have a fun day, by Monday, she's on the
Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a sundae
Planned his attack, now little Candace spandex
Then he met a chick named Candace by the Church of St.
Crazy pompous, he never had a
When fucked his money up, Candace was unconcious
The nigga flipped on a
(What'd he do, son?)
When she came to, was it, she was fed
He the girl more lumps than Thelma's outmeal from good times
(What'd she do?)
pull out a twenty two and shot him in the

I knew a brother D
Livin' on the
Made a pledge to be the top
Knew how to make papes, but he know the ledge
(and) baller
Made in large portions
A fortune of
And
D was hesitant to stage a heist
raise the price to take a life
Jewelry always glazin'
Leavin' in broken arms
D was totin' johns
(did he ever the bible?)
Nah, D was never po' in
Strictly out for makin'
He'd break and
Coke up his passage
His was lavish
One day, he sat and realized the lives he took
For the time in his life, even D got shook
He went on hands and
And asked forgivness from
But it was too
He'd mixed the coke-stra with the
He tried to the city
to run from his job
He tried to turn his life
He run from the mob
They him, tied him up, 'bout to fill him with led
But they took his life, check the words that they said

(yo)
(G...O...D