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Glorified |
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Glorified, Glorified, Glorified, |
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Verse: 1 |
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In the game of pain that rang the outlaws |
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Freaks come through at a 2 no draws |
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Stop for a sec tiga dont take a pause |
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If you dont see no pigs then there aint no laws |
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Get beefy wit me 1 time when i rap |
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To all them other niggas is like bullets in the back |
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On the highway going ****a ****a fast |
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Blowing on a chopper when im mucka mucka mad |
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Make way steady on the dirty dirty cash |
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When nothing hurts tiga only when i laugh |
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Chorus:2x |
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I glorified the crime rate in my state |
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The motha****a thinks is the fliest place |
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Verse: 2 |
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Die motha****a you know i aint concerned |
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You make a motha****a really do learn |
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Popeye nigga and go home and eat spinach |
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Get back on the block i really cant finish |
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I'm ready to rap till the gods say quit |
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Until then freaks you gon hear my shit |
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Parden my manapose and parden my french |
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And god so check it out, put me in the mix |
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I'm shooting with my eyes closed at 5-0 |
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Leaving every where i go smelling like a rose |
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Hanging out the car window whats up hoes |
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Stepped out and showed the hoes the gangsta pose |
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Chorus:2x |
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I glorified the crime rate in my state |
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The motha****a thinks is the fliest place |
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Verse: 3 |
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Your lucky you brothas go boom bang bang |
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America is the game with a gold wet rang |
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Keep ur daughtars chain my eyes never change |
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Hard to break like a cuban link chain |
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Stay back fo a while the mayne in livin color |
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Instead of right next to me motha****a |
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Die yall hi yall fry yall |
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Spit the truth tell the youth its a lie yall |
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The only advice i can give to a brotha |
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is fire up the weed motha ****a |
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Check it |
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Chorus:2x |
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I glorified the crime rate in my state |
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The motha ****a thinks is the fliest place |
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Shit can u understand now, I'm glorified |
