G.o.d. We Tru$t - 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 
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 t