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"Glory"

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

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

Thursday

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

Now where my up north at
Wha What!
Now where my south niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my east side at
Wha What!
Now where my side 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 my Cam'ron niggas at
Wha What!

Eh, yo I just wanna wit ya'll
I wanna rhyme
I need to talk wit ya'll
How ya'll feel me
Yo, I I'm pretty hot
when I rhyme
Niggas grab they dick and bop
Then they skully down
And put ice grill on
Like they trust a nigga
And walk the club
they bout to crush a nigga
I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a
No need to
Yo, I fuck and bust a nigga
You got to love a
The way I what
Cause out they fuckin throwin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin where wind up
Next day ice grill along the lineup
Ya'll time up
No to trouble you
I'll snatch 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, really yours
Not to nag her, if I can bag her
It ain't if I can have her, HOW I'm gonna have her
I'm a lay her a quarterback
On her
On the mat
Found out you wanna act
We ran her
You her back?
on wit that
You a hoe
But the bitch leaves
You fuck and miss 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, trick the hoe and get her
was Pryor like Richard yo
See I done been around the
See I met and I know Mason
But still the best
Nigga is
So let me somethin
Yo, you can't my livin
This robbery's a
Call it
Cause you a
Talkin you sell weight
Nigga you had soul mates, I had cell
But now I've in the same three hummers
For the same summers
And my dice loves me
and stays on the same three