(yo yo, yo yo) Yeah Here's some food for thought (you love to hear the story, again and again)
[Chorus] 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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