Glory (featuring Noreaga)

Ay yo, you see him

Cam in the BM

Wit' the Koreans

To G 'em

For land in Korea

Take the Learjet flight

When? Thursday night

Overseas

Y'all fuck up it's worth they life

Huh? Y'all **** heard me right?

What? For that Persian wife

I go to church of Christ

Search is life

First to heist a **** for they merchandise

My **** brawl for weight

Sprinkle ten grams of coke on they corn flakes

To make 'em frosted flakes

All the jewels on my neck?

You'll say the Lord, I'm saved

My shit cost some cake

You think you can afford a date?

But yo, your men should know

That my crew, we intend to blow

Treat y'all cats like Martin Lawrence

And muthafuckin' end yo' show

When I say no

What you don't understand, the N or O?

Like that **** Jigga said

Yo, you either friend or foe

So respect my wish

I'm a perfectionist

And wit' the gun's

The only time a **** play catch and kiss

Check the list

How many necks I twist?

Who expected this?

Exodus

Blow overnight

Or even sex a bitch

But she catch feelin's every time I hit her off

Oh my dick so bad

I need Cochrane to get her off

Ask my **** Digga

Or my other ****, Mr. Ross I'll

Point we get across that make it that you'll get across

That casket soup, and I ain't one to holler grave

But you live in the 'burbs

Yo' business on the holidays

Yo, where my down south **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my north side **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my east side **** at?

What, what

Yo, where my west side **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my Cam'ron **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my all the world **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my N.O.R. **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my down south **** at?

What, what

(Check it)

Ay, yo I just wanna walk wit' y'all

I don't wanna rhyme

I just need to talk wit' y'all

How you feel about me?

Yo, I think I'm pretty hot

When I rhyme, **** grab they dick and diddy-bop

And pull they skully down

And put they ice grill on

Like they don't trust a ****

And walk around the club

Like they 'bout to crush a ****

I get a **** mad enough

The way he snuff a ****

Don't have a toast, yo

You fuckin' 'round and bust a ****

You gotta love a ****

The way I crime, what?

Out west they fuckin' throwin' gang signs up

Wildin' all night and don't care where they wind up

Next day, same ice grill inside the lineup

Y'all **** time's up

No mean to trouble you

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

What you mad about?

I see a lot of tightened jaws

I got a lot of hoes

But I'm really, really likin' yours

Not to nag her 'bout if I could bag her

It ain't if I can have her

It's how I'm gonna have her

Lay her like a quarterback

On her back

On the mat

Found out, now you wanna act?

We ran through her, you want her back?

Come on wit' that

You kiss a ho

Then when the bitch leave

You fuck around and miss the ho

Oh, I'm the type to twist a ho and diss the ho

Choke and threaten to kill her

Like her last name's Carlesimo

Listen yo

Trick the ho then get her dough

That was Pryor, like Richard yo

'Cause I done been around the world

See I met Puff and I know Mason

But still the best nation?

****, is donation

So let me hold somethin'

Yo, you can't change my livin'

This robbery's a holiday

Call it Thanks-for-givin'

'Cause you a turkey

Talkin' bout you sell weight

**** you had soul mates

I had cell mates

But now I've been with the same three gunners

For the same three summers

And dice love me

They stay on the same three numbers

Yo, where my down south **** at?

What, what

Yo, where my north side **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my east side **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my west side **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my Cam'ron **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my all the world **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my N.O.R. **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my down south **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my north side **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my west side **** at?

What, what

Yeah, where my east side **** at?

What, what

What, what

What, what

What, what

What, what