Glory lyrics

Artist  : Cam`ron 
Song : Glory



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[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!
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.
Chorus