Lyrics:
For The Glory Then You Die

shawty out here recording Tricking rather give it to an orphan All you wanna do is hit the clique into a saw, eh? Get her pregnant, then neglect it Then you

need to break it down Yeah, one time like this Now would you clap your hands, your hands, you clap If your girl's outta place then your girl get tapped

Gotta tell you a story on a cold winters night You'll be sailing for glory before you know what is right So come over here now, I got a vision for you

states spilling in Philly, yo I did it for the team, I did it for you, shawty I did it for the fans, I did it for the glory Cocky niggers don't have

20 chicks or more, then call my phone If you need a favor, don't call my phone If you got some ksst then call my phone WHEN YOU HEAR THE... [Tyrese] (

within Good hair means curls and waves Bad hair means you look like a slave At the turn of the century It's time for us to redefine who we be You be

s so sick I don't need a piece for it I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it I'm strapped if you look closely you can see the Taurus

' in the city is really no nuts, no glory No nuts, no glory Thug stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories You wanna hear

every day struggle I keep it thorough, everywhere I'm bubbling, you bubble gum Chew you up, spit you out, nigga, cause I'm troublesome And if they lyrical then