Glory Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'ron

(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 

Y'all fuck up it's worth your life 

Huh, you niggaz heard me right 

Uggh, for that persian white 

I go to church of christ 

Search a life 

First to cut a nigga for his merchandise 

My niggaz ball for weight 

Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes 

To make em frosted flakes 

Oh, these 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 you cats like Martin Lawrence 

And motherfuckin 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 list, how many necks I twist 

Who expected this, Exodus 

Blow over night, or even sex a bitch 

But she catch feelings everytime 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 

The point we get across 

To make it that you get across 

And cats like you, get mad and wanna holler rape 

But you live in the burbs' 

Your business is on the holidays 

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(Chorus) 

(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! 

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(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 a lot of tightened jaws 

I got a lot 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 kiss 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 to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo 

Listen yo, trick the hoe and get her dough 

That was Pryor like Richard yo 

See I done been around the world 

See I met Puff and I know 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 cell 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)