GLORY

A yo, you see'em, cam in the B.M., with the Koreans, The G.M., for land in Korea, take the lear jet, Flight, when Thursday night, overseas, Yo a fuck-up is worth they life, Ha, ya niggas heard me right, What, for that Persian white, I go to church with Christ, Search insight, first to hiest a nigga for they merchandise, My niggas brawl for weight, Sprinkle 10 grams of coke on they corn flakes, To make it frost flakes, All the jewels on my neck, you'll say lord of saint, My shit cost some cake, you think you can afford a date, But yo, you men should know, that my crew intend to blow, Treat ya'll cat's like Martin Lawrence, And mother fucking end your show, When I say no what you don't understand a “ N” or “ O”, Like that nigga Jigga said yo you either friend or foe, So respect my wish, I'm a perfectionist, And with the guns the only time a nigga play catch and kiss, Check the list, how many heads I twist, who expected this. Exodus, blow overnight, or even sex a bitch, But she catch feelings everytime I hit her off, On my dick soo bad I need cocharan to get her off, Ask my nigga digga or my other nigga mister ross, Our point we get across, to make it that you get a cross, And casket suit, and I aint want to holler grave, But you live in the burbs and visits on the holidays. Yo, were my down-south niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my north-side nigggas at, what, what, Yo, were my east-side niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my west-side niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my Cam'ron niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my Harlem World niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my N. O. R. niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my down-south niggas at, what, what. A yo, I just want to walk with ya'll, I don't want to rhyme, I just need to talk with ya'll, how you feel abou me, Yo I think I'm pretty hot, When I rhyme niggas grab they dick and diddy-bop, And pull they scully down, And put they ice grill on, like they don't trust a nigga, And walk aroud the club like they 'bout to crush a nigga, I get a nigga mad enough to where they snuff a nigga, Don't have the toast, yo you'll fuck around and bust a nigga, You got to love a nigga, the way I crime what, Our west they fucking throwing gang signs up, Wilding all night and don't care where they wind up, Next day, same ice grill inside a line-up, Ya'll niggas times up, Don't mean to trouble you, I'll snatch your kids quiker than B.C.W., What you mad about, I see a lot of tighten jaws, I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really, liking yours, Not to nag her, 'bout if I could bag her, It ain't if I could have her, it's how I'm gonna have her, Lay her like a cornerback, on her back, on the mat, Found out now you wanna act, we ran threw her, you want her back, Come on with that, you kiss a hoe, Yo when the bitch leave, you fuck around and miss the hoe, Oh, I'm the type to twist the how then dis the hoe, Choke her, threaten to kill her, like her last names Carlisimo, Listen yo, trick the hoe, then get her doe, That was prior like Richard yo, cause I done been around the world, See I met Puff and I know Mason, But still the best nation, nigga is donation, so let me hold something, Yo you can't change my living. This robbery's a holiday call it thanks for giving, cause you a turkey, Talking 'bout you sell weight, Nigga you have soul mates, I had cell mates, But now, I've been with the same three gunners, For the same three summers, And dice love me they stay on the same three numbers. Yo, were my down-south niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my north-side nigggas at, what, what, Yo, were my east-side niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my west-side niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my Cam'ron niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my Harlem World niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my N.O.R. niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my down-south niggas at, what, what. Yo, were my down-south niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my north-side nigggas at, what, what, Yo, were my west-side niggas at, what, what, Yo, were my east-side niggas at, what, what, what, what,...