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"Glory"

I'm now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm now!
They should have never let me in the muthafuckin b!
done fucked up lettin me in Un
They done did it to man!

Eh yo, you see him
Cam in the BM
Wit the
To G 'em
Wit land in
Take the leer jet

Thursday

Y'all up it's worth your life
Huh, you niggaz me right
Uggh, for that white
I go to church of
a life
First to cut a for his merchandise
My ball for weight
ten grams of coke on their corn flakes
To em frosted flakes
Oh, jewels on my neck
say the Lord I'm saved
My shit cost cake
You think you can afford a
But yo your men know
my crew, we intend to blow
Treat you like Martin Lawrence
And motherfuckin end show
I say no
What don't you the N or O
Like that nigga said
Yo, you friend or foe
So respect my
I'm a
And wit the gun
Is the time a nigga plays catch or kiss
Check the list, how many I twist
Who this, Exodus
Blow over night, or even sex a
But she catch everytime I hit her off
On my so bad I need Cochran to get her off
Ask my nigga
Or my other Mr. Ross
The point we get
To make it you get across
And like you, get mad and wanna holler rape
But you in the burbs'
Your is on the holidays

Now where my up niggas at
Wha What!
Now my down south niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my east side at
Wha What!
Now where my west niggas at
Wha What!
Now my Harlem World niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Iraq at
Wha What!
Now my N.O.R niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Cam'ron at
Wha What!

Eh, yo I just wanna wit ya'll
I wanna rhyme
I need to talk wit ya'll
How feel about me
Yo, I think I'm hot
when I rhyme
Niggas grab they and diddy bop
Then pull they skully
And put ice grill on
they don't trust a nigga
And around the club
Like they bout to a nigga
I get a nigga mad enough to he snuff a nigga
No need to
Yo, I fuck around and a nigga
You got to a nigga
The way I what
out west they fuckin throwin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin they wind up
Next day same ice along the lineup
Ya'll time up
No mean to you
snatch your kids quicker than B.C.W
What you mad I see a lot of tightened jaws
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, liking yours
Not to nag her, if I can bag her
It ain't if I can have her, it's HOW I'm gonna her
I'm a lay her a quarterback
On her
On the mat
Found out that you act
We ran her
You want her
on wit that
You a hoe
But when the leaves
You fuck around and the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to the hoe and diss the hoe
and threaten to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, the hoe and get her dough
That was like Richard yo
See I been around the world
See I met and I know Mason
But still the nation
is donation
So let me hold
Yo, you can't change my
This a holiday
Call it
you a turkey
Talkin bout you weight
Nigga you had soul mates, I had cell
But now I've been in the three hummers
For the same summers
And my dice loves me
and stays on the same numbers