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Glorified, Glorified, Glorified,
[Verse 1:]
In the game of pain that rang the outlaws
Freaks come through at a 2 no draws
Stop for a sec tiga don't take a pause
If you don't see no pigs then there ain't no laws
Get beefy with me 1 time when I rap
To all them other *** is
Like bullets in the back
On the highway going *** *** fast
Blowing on a chopper when I'm mucka mucka mad
Make way steady on the dirty dirty cash
When nothing hurts tiga only when I laugh
[Chorus: x2]
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The *** thinks is the fliest place
[Verse 2:]
Die *** you know I ain't concerned
You make a *** really do learn
Popeye *** and go home and eat spinach
Get back on the block I really can't finish
I'm ready to rap till the gods say quit
Until then freaks you gon hear my ***
Parden my manapose and parden my french
And god so check it out, put me in the mix
I'm shooting with my eyes closed at 5-0
Leaving every where I go smelling like a rose
Hanging out the car window what's up hoes
Stepped out and showed the hoes the gangsta pose
[Chorus: x3]
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The *** thinks is the fliest place
[Verse 3:]
Your lucky you brothas go boom *** ***
America is the game with a gold wet rang
Keep your daughtars chain my eyes never change
Hard to break like a cuban link chain
Stay back fo a while the mayne in livin color
Instead of right next to me ***
Die ya'll hi ya'll fry ya'll
Spit the truth tell the youth it's a lie ya'll
The only advice I can give to a brotha
Is fire up the weed motha ***
Check it
[Chorus: x3]
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The motha *** thinks is the fliest place
*** can u understand now, I'm glorified