Glory Of War Lyrics - Rick Ross

Stevie Wonder on the pianos 

Geechi Liberace in the building 

Ray Charles on the flute 

Sway wallabies, I follow policies 

Always give her game every time she swallow me 

Shootin' blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least 

Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace 

Niggas posting pictures while I'm posted in Belize 

Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees 

Being overseas is a daily routine 

Young niggas traveling the world, that's just been in our genes 

Put the gang together, now you niggas traumatized 

Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan 

Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime 

Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back around 

Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic down 

8 figure nigga, tell me how those numbers sound 

Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound 

In LA, get the Bentley truck just to run around 

305 nigga 'til they gun me down 

Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house 

When the shots ring, even cops pause 

Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss 

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Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math 

Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back 

It's leather bearing a mere 80 bands 

Middle of the floor, time for the money dance 

It's a time for politics and it's a time to kill 

Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers 

I could turn a nigga city to a battlefield 

And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear 

Big Ducky in Fruit Town, he 2000 

Tony Draper in H-Town with the coupes out 

These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out 

Pool party, it's popping like Uncle Luke house 

Fake niggas, it's time that we pull ya skirts up 

At the table and pussy niggas ain't worth nothing 

Couple shooters gotta keep them in the sizzle line 

Nothing real in them boobies and this is still alive 

Niggas body dropping like a holocaust 

The glory of war really your mama loss 

First time all your kids got to play together 

Holding hands, bow our heads, let us pray together 

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Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math 

Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back 

It's leather bearing a mere 80 bands 

Middle of the floor, time for the money dance 

I cut off some more friends and family members 

Hope they know I'm the raw nigga, a cold villain 

Haters still hating 50 million later 

I'mma tell you like a player, better get some paper 

Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls 

Rarely speak to these niggas screaming, "Free my dogs" 

Little homie didn't rob, but he took the charge 

Day county niggas still behind 'em bars