Maestro Lyrics

Album: Built To Last

G.O.D. We 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 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 

 [Chorus] 

 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 

 [Chorus] 

 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 

 [Chorus] 

 (yo) 

 (G...O...D)