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

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

Yo, I knew a brother G
Sellin' how he did it
G was weight
Out to another G
tried to emulate
Never
Neighborhood drug lord, make you say
(G) he do it?
Had the blocked locked
levers out for treasures
Like black ceaser the ledges
Crack conisour, ghetto
G smoked Benson off his
Got you out the saga
They him Poo, but
He up
I when he made a few bucks
That was way before he up
But still he easy
G was movin'
His team to say
(This mother gettin' greedy)
Already had a Lex, man Dan was
like the way he started to flex
Club hoppin', takin' his shoppin'
(what the fuck's he vexed?)
G'd his team, now his teams plottin'
To him
mad dough like Pablo
>From mad blow
So the same old niggas 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 brother O
A super pimp
Had on the stroll
He'd make you say (oh oh)
Every single time an H-O would felecio
pesos
(to who?)
Every Tom, or Pedro
a sentence
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 sundae
Planned his attack, now little Candace spandex
he met a chick named Candace by the Church of St. Agnus
Crazy pompous, he had a concious
When Candace fucked his money up, was unconcious
The flipped on a dime
(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 two and shot him in the head

I knew a named D
Livin' on the
Made a pledge to be the top
Knew how to make papes, but he know the ledge
(and) baller
Made cash in portions
A of extortion
And
D was never hesitant to a heist
He'd raise the price to take a
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 cabbage
He'd break and
Coke up his passage
His estate was
One day, he sat and realized the lives he took
For the first in his life, even D got shook
He on hands and knees
And asked from Johova
But it was too
He'd mixed the coke-stra the nose-stra
He to leave the city
Tried to run his job
He to turn his life around
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