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

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

Yo, I knew a named G
Sellin' how he did it
G was weight
Out to make G
tried to emulate
Never
Neighborhood lord, he'd make you say
(G) he do it?
Had the locked down
levers out for treasures
Like black ceaser with the
conisour, ghetto godfather
G Benson off his hedges
Got you out the saga
called him Poo, but
He up
I when he made a few bucks
That was way he blew up
But still he easy
G was movin'
His started to say
(This fucker's gettin' greedy)
had a Lex, man Dan was vexed
Didn't like the way he started to
Club hoppin', takin' his shoppin'
(what the he gettin' vexed?)
G'd forgotten his team, now his teams
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 cash
(what'd do, man?)
Put a fuckin' in 'em

I knew a brother O
A super pimp
Had on the stroll
He'd you wanna say (oh oh)
single time an H-O would give felecio
Making
(to who?)
Every Tom, Dick or
a sentence
I seen him turn a seven day eventess into an
Many wifes into

Have a fun day, by Monday, on the runway
Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a sundae
Planned his attack, now little Candace spandex
Then he met a chick named by the Church of St. Agnus
Crazy pompous, he never had a
When Candace fucked his 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 lumps than Thelma's outmeal from good times
(What'd she do?)
pull out a twenty two and him in the head

I knew a named D
on the edge
Made a pledge to be the top
Knew how to papes, but he didn't know the ledge
(and) baller
Made cash in large
A of extortion
And
D was never hesitant to stage a
He'd the price to take a life
always glazin' nice
Leavin' folks in arms
D was totin' johns
(did he ever the bible?)
Nah, D was po' in songs
Strictly out for makin'
break and damage
Coke up his nasal
His was lavish
One day, he sat and the lives that he took
For the first in his life, even D got shook
He went on and knees
And asked from Johova
But it was too
He'd mixed the coke-stra the nose-stra
He tried to leave the
to run from his job
He tried to turn his life
He run from the mob
They found him, him up, 'bout to fill him with led
But before they his life, check the words that they said

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