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

This is the shit niggas die for
The shit breath for
and cry for
Sacrafice their for
Civlized to savages
out for lavish gifts
Check the story check the
This is the shit that niggas for every night
And bullets ricochet
Some would slay for
Civilized to savages
the story, check the story
Mainly out for gifts

Yo, I a brother named G
Sellin' how he did it
G was weight
Out to make G
tried to emulate
Never
Neighborhood drug lord, make you say
(G) he do it?
Had the locked down
levers out for treasures
Like black ceaser the ledges
conisour, ghetto godfather
G Benson off his hedges
Got you checkin' out the
called him Poo, but
He up
I when he made a few bucks
That was way before he up
But still he wasn't
G was speedy
His started to say
(This mother gettin' greedy)
Already had a Lex, man Dan was
Didn't like the way he to flex
Club hoppin', takin' his whip
(what the he gettin' 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 the cash flow
(what'd do, man?)
Put a fuckin' in 'em

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

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

I a brother named D
on the edge
Made a to be the top baller
Knew how to make papes, but he didn't know the
(and) street
Made cash in large
A fortune of
And
D was hesitant to stage a heist
raise the price to take a life
Jewelry always glazin'
Leavin' folks in arms
D was always johns
(did he ever the bible?)
Nah, D was never po' in
out for makin' cabbage
He'd break and
up his nasal passage
His was lavish
One day, he sat and the lives that he took
For the time in his life, even D got shook
He on hands and knees
And asked forgivness from
But it was too
mixed the coke-stra with the nose-stra
He tried to leave the
Tried to run his job
He tried to turn his life
He run from the mob
They found him, tied him up, 'bout to him with led
But before they took his life, check the words that they

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