Glory
Album: Harlem's Greatest
Release Date: 3/26/02
Label: Epic
Explicit version of "Glory" lyrics
What? One
Check me the f*** out
I'm here now
Ya'll should have never let me in the muthafuckin' game B
They f***** up lettin' me in Un
They done did it to theyselves man
I tell ya'll what's goin' down
Yo
Wit the Koreans
Take the Lear jet flight when
Thursday night
Y'all f*** up it's worth they life
Huh
Ugh
I go to church of Christ
First to heist a nigga for they merchandise
My niggaz ball for weight
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on they corn flakes
To make it frosted flakes
Oh
You'll say the Lord
My s*** cost some cake
You think you can afford a date?
But yo
That my crew
Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence
And motherfuckin' end your show
When I say no
Like that nigga Jigga said
So respect my wish
Is the only time a nigga plays catch and kiss
Check the list
Who expected this? Exodus
Blow over night
But she catch feelings everytime I hit her off
On my dick so bad I need Cochran to get her off
Ask my nigga Digga
Ah the point we get across
And cats get sued and I ain't wanna holler rape
But you live in the 'burbs
You where my down south niggas at
You where my north side niggas at
You where my east side niggas at
You where my west side niggas at
You where my Cam'ron niggas at
You where my Harlem World niggas at
You where my N
You where my down south niggas at
Check it
I don't wanna rhyme
How you feel about me? Yo
When I rhyme
And pull they skelly down
And put their ice grill on
And walk around the club
I get a nigga mad enough to where he snuff a nigga
Dont have a toast
You got to love a nigga
Out west they f*****' throwin' gang signs up
Wildin' all out and don't kid where they wind up
Next day same ice grill inside a lineup
Ya'll niggas' time's up
No mean to trouble you
I'll snatch your kids quicker than B
What you mad about? I see a lot of tightened jaws
I got a lot of hoes
Not to nag her
It ain't if I could have her
Lay her like a cornerback
On her back
Found out that you wanna act
We ran through her
Come on wit that
Yo when the b**** leaves
You f*** around and miss the hoe
Oh
Choke and threaten to kill her
Listen yo
That was Pryor like Richard yo
See I done been around the world
See I met Puff and I know Mason
But still the best nation
So let me hold somethin'
Yo
This robbery's a holiday
Call it Thanksforgivin'
Talkin' bout you sell weight
Nigga you had soul mates
But now I've been in the same three hummers
For the same three summers
And dice love me
They stay on the same three numbers
You where my down south niggas at
You where my north niggas at
You where my east side niggas at
You where my west side niggas at
You where my Cam'ron niggas at
You where my Harlem World niggas at
You where my N
You where my down south niggas at
You where my north niggas at
You where my west side niggas at
You where my east side niggas at
What
What
What
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