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

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

 Yo, I knew a brother named G
 G was heavy weight
 Niggas tried to emulate
 Sellin' weight's how he did it
 Out to make another G
 Never finger-printed
 Neighborhood drug lord, he'd make you say
 (G) how'd he do it?
 Had the blocked locked down
 Pullin' levers out for treasures
 Like black ceaser with the ledges
 G smoked Benson off his hedges
 Crack conisour, ghetto godfather
 Got you checkin' out the saga
 I remember when he made a few bucks
 They called him Poo, but
 That was way before he blew up
 He grew up
 But still he wasn't easy
 G was movin' speedy
 His team started to say
 (This mother fucker's gettin' greedy)
 Already had a Lex, man Dan was vexed
 Didn't like the way he started to flex
 (what the fuck's he gettin' vexed?)
 Club hoppin', takin' his whip shoppin'
 G'd forgotten his team, now his teams plottin'
 To stop him
 Making mad dough like Pablo
 >From sellin' mad blow
 But he didn't wanna share the cash flow
 So the same old niggas that rode and strolled wit' him
 (what'd they do, man?)
 Put a fuckin' hole in 'em

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 I knew a brother named O
 A super pimp nigga
 Had hookers on the stroll
 He'd make you wanna say (oh oh)
 Making pesos
 Every single time an H-O would give felecio
 (to who?)
 Every Tom, Dick or Pedro
 Wit' a sentence
 I seen him turn a seven day eventess into an apprentince
 Many wifes into wenches
 Renlentless
 Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate sundae
 Have a fun day, by Monday, she's on the runway
 Then he met a chick named Candace by the Church of St. Agnus
 Planned his attack, now little Candace sports spandex
 Crazy pompous, he never had a concious
 When Candace fucked his money up, Candace was unconcious
 The nigga flipped on a dime
 (What'd he do, son?)
 He gave the girl more lumps than Thelma's outmeal from good times
 When she came to, that was it, she was fed
 (What'd she do?)
 pull out a twenty two and shot him in the head

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

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