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

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

Yo, I a brother named G
Sellin' how he did it
G was heavy
Out to another G
Niggas to emulate
finger-printed
Neighborhood drug lord, he'd you say
(G) he do it?
Had the blocked locked
Pullin' levers out for
Like black ceaser the ledges
conisour, ghetto godfather
G smoked Benson off his
Got you out the saga
called him Poo, but
He up
I remember when he made a few
That was way before he up
But still he easy
G was speedy
His started to say
(This mother fucker's greedy)
Already had a Lex, man Dan was
Didn't the way he started to flex
Club hoppin', his whip shoppin'
(what the he gettin' vexed?)
G'd forgotten his team, now his plottin'
To him
Making mad like Pablo
>From mad blow
So the same old niggas that and strolled wit' him
But he didn't share the cash flow
(what'd do, man?)
Put a hole in 'em

I a brother named O
A super nigga
Had on the stroll
He'd make you say (oh oh)
Every time an H-O would give felecio
Making
(to who?)
Every Tom, or Pedro
Wit' a
I seen him turn a seven day eventess into an
Many into wenches

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

I knew a named D
on the edge
Made a to be the top baller
how to make papes, but he didn't know the ledge
(and) street
Made in large portions
A fortune of
And
D was never hesitant to a heist
He'd raise the to take a life
always glazin' nice
Leavin' in broken arms
D was totin' johns
(did he ever the bible?)
Nah, D was po' in songs
Strictly out for makin'
He'd and damage
up his nasal passage
His estate was
One day, he sat and realized the that he took
For the first in his life, even D got shook
He on hands and knees
And forgivness from Johova
But it was too
He'd mixed the coke-stra with the
He tried to leave the
Tried to run his job
He tried to his life around
He couldn't run the mob
found him, tied him up, 'bout to fill him with led
But before they took his life, check the words that they

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