Maestro Fresh Wes - G.O.DWe Tru$T lyrics

yo yo yo yo) Yeah Here's some food for thought (you love to hear the story again and again) [Chorus] This is the sh** that n***as die for The sh** 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 sh** that n***as pray for every night And take bullets ricochet Some would even slay for Civilized turned to savages Check the story, check the story Mainly out for lavish gifts Yo, I knew a brother named G Sellin' weight's how he did it G was heavy weight Out to make another G n***as tried to emulate 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 Crack conisour, ghetto godfather G smoked Benson off his hedges Got you checkin' out the saga They called him Poo, but He grew up I remember when he made a few bucks That was way before he blew up But still he wasn't easy G was movin' speedy His team started to say (This mother f**er's gettin' greedy) Already had a Lex, man Dan was vexed Didn't like the way he started to flex Club hoppin', takin' his whip shoppin' (what the f**'s he gettin' vexed?) G'd forgotten his team, now his teams plottin' To stop him Making mad dough like Pablo >From sellin' mad blow So the same old n***as that rode and strolled wit' him But he didn't wanna share the cash flow (what'd they do, man?) Put a f**in' hole in 'em [Chorus] I knew a brother named O A super pimp n***a Had hookers on the stroll He'd make you wanna say (oh oh) Every single time an H-O would give felecio Making pesos (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 Have a fun day, by Monday, she's on the runway Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate sundae Planned his attack, now little Candace sports spandex Then he met a chick named Candace by the Church of St. Agnus Crazy pompous, he never had a concious When Candace f**ed his money up, Candace was unconcious The n***a flipped on a dime (What'd he do, son?) When she came to, that was it, she was fed He gave the girl more lumps than Thelma's outmeal from good times (What'd she do?) pull out a twenty two and shot him in the head [Chorus] I knew a brother named D Livin' on the edge Made a pledge to be the top baller Knew how to make papes, but he didn't know the ledge (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 Coke up his nasal pa**age His estate was lavish 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 [Chorus] (yo) (G...O...D