Glory Lyrics

Cam'ron]

I'm here now!

Ha! Ha!

I'm here now!

They should have never let me in the muthafuckin game b!

They done fucked up lettin me in Un

They done did it to themselves man!

Eh yo, you see him

Cam in the BM

Wit the Koreans

To G 'em

Wit land in Korea

Take the leer jet flight

When?

Thursday night

Overseas

No fuck up is worth they life

Huh, you niggas heard me right

Uggh, for that persian white

I go to church of christ

Search a life

Enough to cut a nigga from his merchandise

My niggas ball for weight

Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes

To make em frosted flakes

Oh, these jewels on my neck

You say are out of sight

My shit cost a cake

You think you can afford a date

I thought I'll let you know

That my crew

We intend to blow

Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence

And muthafuckin end your show

When I say no

What don't you understand the N or O

Like that nigga Jigga said

Yo, you either friend or foe

So respect my wish

I'm a perfectionist

And wit the gun

Is the only time a nigga plays catch or kiss

Check the kid

How many necks I twist

Who expected this

Exodus

Flow over night

Or even sex a bitch

But I can get her

Anytime I hit her off

On my dick so bad

I need Cochran to get her off

Ask my nigga Digga

Or my other nigga Mr. Ross

I pray you get across

To make it that you get across

And, chumps like you

Get mad and wanna holler rape

But you live in the burbs'

Your business is on the holidays

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[Noreaga]

Now where my up north niggas at

Wha What!

Now where my down south niggas at

Wha What!

Now where my east side niggas at

Wha What!

Now where my west side niggas at

Wha What!

Now where my Harlem World niggas at

Wha What!
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Now where my Iraq niggas at

Wha What!

Now where my N.O.R niggas at

Wha What!

Now where my Cam'ron niggas at

Wha What!

[Cam'ron]

Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'll

I don't wanna rhyme

I just need to talk wit ya'll

How ya'll feel about me

Yo, I think I'm pretty hot

Cause when I rhyme

Niggas grab they dick and diddy bop

Then pull they skully down

And put their ice grill on

Like they don't trust a nigga

And walk around the club

Like they bout to crush a nigga

I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga

No need to boast

Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga

You got to love a nigga

The way I rhyme what

Cause out west they fuckin throwin gang signs up

Wildin all out and not carin where they wind up

Next day same ice grill along the lineup

Ya'll niggas' time up

No mean to trouble you

I'll snatch your kids quicker than B.C.W

What you mad about?

I see alot of types of drawers

I got alot of hoes

But I'm really, really liking yours

Not to nag her

Wonder if I can bag her

It ain't if I can have her

It's how I'm gonna have her

I'm a lay her like a quarterback

On her back

On the mat

Found out that you wanna act

We ran through her

You want her back?

Come on wit that

You trick a hoe

But when the bitch leaves

You fuck around and miss the hoe

Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and diss the hoe

Choke and threaten the killer

Like her last name's Carlisimo

Listen yo

Trick the hoe and get her doe

That was pryor like Richard yo

See I done been around the world

See I met Puff and I no Mason

But still the best nation

Nigga is donation

So let me hold somethin

Yo, you can't change my livin

This robbery's a holiday

Call it Thanksforgivin'

Cause you a turkey

Talkin bout you sell weight

Nigga you had soul mates

I had sell mates

But now

I''ve been in the same three hummers

For the same three summers

And my dice game loves me

and stays on the same three numbers.

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