Andre Nickatina - Glorified lyrics

Glorified 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 dont take a pause If you dont see no pigs then there aint no laws Get beefy wit me 1 time when i rap To all them other n***as is like bullets in the back On the highway going f**a f**a fast Blowing on a chopper when im mucka mucka mad Make way steady on the dirty dirty cash When nothing hurts tiga only when i laugh Chorus:2x I glorified the crime rate in my state The mothaf**a thinks is the fliest place Verse: 2 Die mothaf**a you know i aint concerned You make a mothaf**a really do learn Popeye n***a and go home and eat spinach Get back on the block i really cant finish I'm ready to rap till the gods say quit Until then freaks you gon hear my sh** 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 whats up hoes Stepped out and showed the hoes the gangsta pose Chorus:2x I glorified the crime rate in my state The mothaf**a thinks is the fliest place Verse: 3 Your lucky you brothas go boom bang bang America is the game with a gold wet rang Keep ur 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 mothaf**a Die yall hi yall fry yall Spit the truth tell the youth its a lie yall The only advice i can give to a brotha is fire up the weed motha f**a Check it Chorus:2x I glorified the crime rate in my state The motha f**a thinks is the fliest place sh** can u understand now, I'm glorified