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

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

Yo, I knew a brother G
weight's how he did it
G was heavy
Out to another G
Niggas tried to
Never
drug lord, he'd make you say
(G) he do it?
Had the blocked locked
Pullin' levers out for
black ceaser with 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 he blew up
But still he wasn't
G was movin'
His team to say
(This fucker's gettin' greedy)
had a Lex, man Dan was vexed
Didn't like the way he to flex
hoppin', takin' his whip shoppin'
(what the he gettin' vexed?)
G'd his team, now his teams plottin'
To him
mad dough like Pablo
>From sellin' mad
So the old niggas that rode and strolled wit' him
But he didn't wanna share the flow
(what'd do, man?)
Put a fuckin' in 'em

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

Have a fun day, by Monday, she's on the
Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate
Planned his attack, now little Candace sports
he met a chick named Candace by the Church of St. Agnus
Crazy pompous, he had a concious
When Candace his money up, Candace 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 than Thelma's outmeal from good times
(What'd she do?)
pull out a twenty two and him in the head

I knew a brother D
Livin' on the
Made a to be the top baller
Knew how to make papes, but he know the ledge
(and) baller
cash in large portions
A of extortion
And
D was never to stage a heist
He'd raise the to take a life
Jewelry always nice
folks in broken arms
D was always totin'
(did he ever the bible?)
Nah, D was po' in songs
out for makin' cabbage
He'd break and
Coke up his passage
His was lavish
One day, he sat and realized the lives that he
For the first time in his life, D got shook
He went on 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 turn his around
He run from the mob
They 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