Glory Songtext
von Tek

Come on, niggas

Alright, alright
Hey, get your hands off me, gravedigger
Walk, goddammit
Do the whole world gotta stomp in your face?
Nigga, you better get your hands off me
Ain′t no niggas 'round here, you hear me?
Oh, I see, so the white man give you a couple of stripes
Next thing you know, you hollerin′, orderin' everybody around
Like you the massa hisself
Nigga, you ain't nothin′ but the white man′s dog

What are you?


They told me better look out or get took out
Know some niggas that never made it home from the cookout
You either square, play ball, hustle, or go the jux route
Win or lose, no in-between, survival what the hood 'bout
Don′t be scared to fight, put up a good bout
Roll the dice, gamble life, married to the game
Wedding bands and rice
Energy expensive and my time is an outlandish price
Got diamonds in my mind, so understand I need my bands precise

I be rockin' both my gold chains when I be in the shower
Move around like a ghost, so it give me power
Because what a nigga don′t know 'bout, he can′t destroy
Next to pussy, revenge is the sweetest joy
That's what I heard, action over words
You don't get nowhere in life by fuckin′ bein′ scurred
Better pick your balls up along with this .40
For my respect, I'm goin′ out in a blaze of glory

Today's math is cash, think fast or get left behind
Your conversation ain′t pay, I pay you niggas no nevermind
It cost you nothin' to pay attention, just know I′m gettin' mine
Your mind's full of swine, me and your kind can never intertwine

Ayo, I learned you can′t please everybody, so stop tryin′
They called Muhammad a false prophet, say he was lyin'
Two dope boys, y′all average niggas borin'
Send shots through the window and doors on your foreigns


So full of hate, you just wanna go out and fight everybody
′Cause you been whipped and chased by hounds
Well, that might not be livin', but it sure as hell ain′t dyin'
And dyin's what these white boys been
Doin′ for goin′ on three years now
Dyin' by the thousands, dyin′ for you, fool
I know, 'cause I dug the graves
And all the time I′m diggin', I′m askin' myself
"When? When, oh Lord, is gonna be our time?"
Well, time's comin′

Time tickin′, this cloth a different kind, son, we shine different
Came a long way from cuttin' dimes in my mom′s kitchen
Mind on a mission, got motivation and ambition
Brain is a rifle and I got infinite ammunition
For all my enemies, I got bullets with names on 'em
Glizzies with imps on ′em, gloves leave no prints on 'em
Flee G-O-D, nigga, me in the flesh
You talkin′ 40 and over, I gotta be one of the best

Nonetheless, keep somethin' to dump in your chest
Better cut the check, but it's chess, your next move correct
Pawns get popped, kings lose the crown, fuck you expect?
You better live to death, it ain′t too many left
Of my caliber, Hellcat or the Challenger
Fuck you and your managers, swing cannon, Excalibur
Who you think you fuckin′ with, dick? You fuckin' amateurs
Me and Rome had your bitch, we fuckin′ sandwiched her
This the crack fiend smokin' out of the coke canister

Dope demonstration, shots for these niggas hatin′
Hustled in the staircases, made sales by the banister
Now the flow got me in front of media cameras
Your new shit couldn't fuck with shit that I did years ago
I′m light years ahead now, my style's so...