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rick ross - glory of war (feat. anthony hamilton) lyrics

stevie wonder on the pianos
geechi liberace in the building
ray charles on the flute

sway wallabies, i follow policies
always give her game every time she swallow me
shootin’ blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least
seen a lot of young mcs even die for peace
n-gg-s posting pictures while i’m posted in belize
spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees
being overseas is a daily routine
young n-gg-s traveling the world, that’s just been in our genes
put the gang together, now you n-gg-s traumatized
kilos and koofis, king tut during ramadan
scramble like i’m #9 during the summertime
doubling back #1, i’m doubling back around
drop dc ford then shut atlantic down
8 figure n-gg-, tell me how those numbers sound
hit the bay and let berna know that i want a pound
in la, get the bentley truck just to run around
305 n-gg- ’til they gun me down
little kids in the streets gotta come in the house
when the shots ring, even cops pause
n-gg-s full of bullet holes which is not boss

funny how a rich n-gg- was so poor at math
make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
it’s leather bearing a mere 80 bands
middle of the floor, time for the money dance

it’s a time for politics and it’s a time to k!ll
fast break and we coming like the cavaliers
i could turn a n-gg- city to a battlefield
and my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear
big ducky in fruit town, he 2000
tony draper in h-town with the coupes out
these my n-gg-s on call and we bring the suits out
pool party, it’s popping like uncle luke house
fake n-gg-s, it’s time that we pull ya skirts up
at the table and p-ssy n-gg-s ain’t worth nothing
couple shooters gotta keep them in the sizzle line
nothing real in them b–bies and this is still alive
n-gg-s body dropping like a holocaust
the glory of war really your mama loss
first time all your kids got to play together
holding hands, bow our heads, let us pray together

funny how a rich n-gg- was so poor at math
make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
it’s leather bearing a mere 80 bands
middle of the floor, time for the money dance

i cut off some more friends and family members
hope they know i’m the raw n-gg-, a cold villain
haters still hating 50 million later
i’mma tell you like a player, better get some paper
still can’t believe it all as i walk my halls
rarely speak to these n-gg-s screaming, “free my dogs”
little homie didn’t rob, but he took the charge
day county n-gg-s still behind ’em bars

- rick ross lyrics

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