State Property movie - No Glory lyrics

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Song by (feat. Beanie Sigel)<br /><br>

[Verse 1]<br>

I been seeing crack rock, since the age of thirteen<br>

out the same crack spot to the same damn dope fiends<br>

burnt up glass and the coke screens<br>

you know that balled up cash where that dough cream<br>

hit the block before the birds start chirpin'<br>

scope the set before I serve one person<br>

in between cars, never out in the open<br>

I don't trust vans and I hate black suburbans<br>

crack that I'm servin', pure buck tour, nigga<br>

uncut raw, nigga. I don't fuck with bake<br>

I don't never get stuck with weight<br>

open shot, every smoker wit' a straight, brush my gate<br>

you ain't makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin' your shit<br>

fuck tryin' to make more, dog, I'm stressin' to flip<br>

keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit<br>

dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip<br>

I'm tryin' to show you where the bread at. You catchin' my drift?<br>

but I see where your head at, you stressin' to bitch<br>

give me that hot plate and pyrax pop<br>

shit, I'll show you how to fire that rock, supply that block<br>

pee pop set up shop, wit' a half a block<br>

lock down half the block<br>

turn that half a block to other half his' block<br>

then I'll lock down the other half a block....<br>

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[Verse 2]<br>

I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background<br>

never put my straps down, nigga<br>

this is Mack Town, nigga<br>

ask around, bitch nigga I never was<br>

kept leather gloves and the 38 tar snub<br>

on the real, ya niggaz don't know me<br>

don't get found in the lake wit' eight shots like Kobe<br>

it's the Gouch, what you talkin' bout homie?/ <br>

I'll make your bus stop short like Gary Coleman<br>

"I got more pots and strips then you..." (I make it hot)<br>

"....niggaz won't even sell nicks to you." (not a rock)/ <br>

I spit phrases that'll thrill you<br>

I got gats wit' clips wit' lasers that'll kill you<br>

got myself an uzi brother, nuzi two nines<br>

these thugs gon' getcha (getcha), slugs gon' hit cha<br>

"I got more gats and tecs than you..." (I'll make it hot)<br>

"... niggaz won't even stand next to you" (I tear the rock)<br>

when I clap down, back down your wack friends<br>

for that "Cash Money," pull out "Mack 10's"<br>

intro tef, I'm twenty-two (uh)<br>

you dudes ain't worth it, keep them funny jewels (whoa!)........<br>

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I'm so street like asphault<br>

I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens<br>

don't make me raise up and put my hands on you<br>

??a house sellin raids nigga, I'll put my grams on you??<br>

man, I'm so fuckin' deep in the game<br>

got one foot to the street, the other feet to the fame<br>

I'm seesaw, tryin' to balance shit out<br>

until then, I got a six gon' silence shit out<br>

wanna make the transition, from the street to the fame<br>

but I can't let it weaken my game, man listen<br>

picture Mac flippin' like a transmission<br>

little nickels, wit' slick fifty's tryin' to stick me<br>

knowing one shot from a glock could stop my injured block<br>

so I quickly move, oars like Jiffy Lube<br>

never-had-it niggas and half the fact that niggas<br>

snortin'-magic niggas or the court rattin' niggas.<br>

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