No Glory Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

No Glory 

Beanie Sigel 

[Verse 1] 

I been seeing crack rock, since the age of thirteen 

out the same crack spot to the same damn dope fiends 

burnt up glass and the coke screens 

you know that balled up cash where that dough cream 

hit the block before the birds start chirpin' 

scope the set before I serve one person 

in between cars, never out in the open 

I don't trust vans and I hate black suburbans 

crack that I'm servin', pure buck tour, nigga 

uncut raw, nigga. I don't fuck with bake 

I don't never get stuck with weight 

open shot, every smoker wit' a straight, brush my gate 

you ain't makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin' your shit 

fuck tryin' to make more, dog, I'm stressin' to flip 

keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit 

dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip 

I'm tryin' to show you where the bread at. You catchin' my drift? 

but I see where your head at, you stressin' to bitch 

give me that hot plate and pyrax pop 

shit, I'll show you how to fire that rock, supply that block 

pee pop set up shop, wit' a half a block 

lock down half the block 

turn that half a block to other half his' block 

then I'll lock down the other half a block... 

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[Verse 2] 

I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background 

never put my straps down, nigga 

this is Mack Town, nigga 

ask around, bitch nigga I never was 

kept leather gloves and the 38 tar snub 

on the real, ya niggaz don't know me 

don't get found in the lake wit' eight shots like Kobe 

it's the Gouch, what you talkin' bout homie?/ 

I'll make your bus stop short like Gary Coleman 

"I got more pots and strips then you..." (I make it hot) 

"...niggaz won't even sell nicks to you." (not a rock)/ 

I spit phrases that'll thrill you 

I got gats wit' clips wit' lasers that'll kill you 

got myself an uzi brother, nuzi two nines 

these thugs gon' getcha (getcha), slugs gon' hit cha 

"I got more gats and tecs than you..." (I'll make it hot) 

"... niggaz won't even stand next to you" (I tear the rock) 

when I clap down, back down your wack friends 

for that "Cash Money," pull out "Mack 10's" 

intro tef, I'm twenty-two (uh) 

you dudes ain't worth it, keep them funny jewels (whoa!)... 

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I'm so street like asphault 

I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens 

don't make me raise up and put my hands on you 

? a house sellin raids nigga, I'll put my grams on you? 

man, I'm so fuckin' deep in the game 

got one foot to the street, the other feet to the fame 

I'm seesaw, tryin' to balance shit out 

until then, I got a six gon' silence shit out 

wanna make the transition, from the street to the fame 

but I can't let it weaken my game, man listen 

picture Mac flippin' like a transmission 

little nickels, wit' slick fifty's tryin' to stick me 

knowing one shot from a glock could stop my injured block 

so I quickly move, oars like Jiffy Lube 

never-had-it niggas and half the fact that niggas 

snortin'-magic niggas or the court rattin' niggas. 

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