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

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

Yo, I knew a named G
weight's how he did it
G was weight
Out to make G
tried to emulate
Never
drug lord, he'd make you say
(G) he do it?
Had the blocked down
Pullin' out for treasures
Like ceaser with the ledges
conisour, ghetto godfather
G Benson off his hedges
Got you checkin' out the
called him Poo, but
He up
I remember when he a few bucks
That was way before he up
But still he easy
G was movin'
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 fuck's he vexed?)
G'd forgotten his team, now his teams
To him
Making mad dough Pablo
>From sellin' mad
So the same old that rode and strolled wit' him
But he didn't share the cash flow
(what'd do, man?)
Put a hole in 'em

I knew a named O
A super nigga
Had hookers on the
make you wanna say (oh oh)
Every single time an H-O would felecio
pesos
(to who?)
Every Tom, Dick or
Wit' a
I seen him a seven day eventess into an apprentince
wifes into wenches

Have a fun day, by Monday, she's on the
Met a on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate sundae
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 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 the girl more lumps than Thelma's outmeal from good times
(What'd she do?)
out a twenty two and shot him in the head

I knew a named D
Livin' on the
Made a to be the top baller
Knew how to make papes, but he didn't the ledge
(and) baller
Made cash in large
A fortune of
And
D was never hesitant to a heist
He'd raise the to take a life
Jewelry always glazin'
Leavin' folks in broken
D was always totin'
(did he ever the bible?)
Nah, D was never po' in
Strictly out for makin'
He'd break and
up his nasal passage
His estate was
One day, he sat and realized the lives he took
For the time in his life, even D got shook
He on hands and knees
And forgivness from Johova
But it was too
He'd mixed the with the nose-stra
He tried to leave the
to run from his job
He tried to his life around
He run from the mob
They found him, tied him up, to fill him with led
But before they took his life, check the that they said

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