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Текст песни Beanie Sigel - No Glory

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[Verse 1]I been seeing crack rock, since the age of thirteenout the same crack spot to the same damn dope fiendsburnt up glass and the coke screensyou know that balled up cash where that dough creamhit the block before the birds start chirpin`scope the set before I serve one personin between cars, never out in the openI don`t trust vans and I hate black suburbanscrack that I`m servin`, pure buck tour, niggauncut raw, nigga. I don`t fuck with bakeI don`t never get stuck with weightopen shot, every smoker wit` a straight, brush my gateyou ain`t makin` no dough `cause you stretchin` your shitfuck tryin` to make more, dog, I`m stressin` to flipkeep smokers on them red caps, stressin` to hitdope fiends with they hair back, catchin` they dripI`m tryin` to show you where the bread at. You catchin` my drift?but I see where your head at, you stressin` to bitchgive me that hot plate and pyrax popshit, I`ll show you how to fire that rock, supply that blockpee pop set up shop, wit` a half a blocklock down half the blockturn that half a block to other half his` blockthen I`ll lock down the other half a block....[Verse 2]I don`t give a fuck about the chatter in the backgroundnever put my straps down, niggathis is Mack Town, niggaask around, bitch nigga I never waskept leather gloves and the 38 tar snubon the real, ya niggaz don`t know medon`t get found in the lake wit` eight shots like Kobeit`s the Gouch, what you talkin` bout homie?/ I`ll make your bus stop short like Gary Coleman"I got more pots and strips then you..." (I make it hot)"....niggaz won`t even sell nicks to you." (not a rock)/ I spit phrases that`ll thrill youI got gats wit` clips wit` lasers that`ll kill yougot myself an uzi brother, nuzi two ninesthese thugs gon` getcha (getcha), slugs gon` hit cha"I got more gats and tecs than you..." (I`ll make it hot)"... niggaz won`t even stand next to you" (I tear the rock)when I clap down, back down your wack friendsfor that "Cash Money," pull out "Mack 10`s"intro tef, I`m twenty-two (uh)you dudes ain`t worth it, keep them funny jewels (whoa!)........I`m so street like asphaultI spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it`s Mack Mittensdon`t make me raise up and put my hands on you??a house sellin raids nigga, I`ll put my grams on you??man, I`m so fuckin` deep in the gamegot one foot to the street, the other feet to the fameI`m seesaw, tryin` to balance shit outuntil then, I got a six gon` silence shit outwanna make the transition, from the street to the famebut I can`t let it weaken my game, man listenpicture Mac flippin` like a transmissionlittle nickels, wit` slick fifty`s tryin` to stick meknowing one shot from a glock could stop my injured blockso I quickly move, oars like Jiffy Lubenever-had-it niggas and half the fact that niggassnortin`-magic niggas or the court rattin` niggas.

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