G.o.dwe Tru$t Lyrics - Built To Last - Maestro Fresh Wes

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 

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 

Niggas 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 fucker'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 fuck'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 niggas that rode and strolled wit' him 

But he didn't wanna share the cash flow 

(what'd they do, man?) 

Put a fuckin' hole in 'em 

[Chorus] 

I knew a brother named O 

A super pimp nigga 

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 fucked his money up, Candace was unconcious 

The nigga 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 passage 

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