| Back in 1993 I went nation wide
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| I’m gettin tired
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| The plan of under dog while most of the artists
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| Ride for a freeeee
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| Stuff I have seen in a industry
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| The finish of the people but
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| It ain’t gone finish me
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| You got them mo hitter quitters
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| Throwin with the main strain
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| Your next hitter quitter
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| Souding like the same thang
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| But plain shame I be dropping them hits
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| When you lease expect it
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| And all the group stuck in the tren
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| They get ejected with the quickness
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| This happen to many I been a witess
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| And one time it bunk
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| But now you wonder what is it
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| It’s that brabe
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| The one that use the on that they use
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| The one that she use
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| One of the things that’s been accused
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| Beside a few more you feel me you know
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| Or else you to slow
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| Appear like you all that or somethin
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| Man forget a new flow now you know
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| I’m MJG I take the other side of the story
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| For those who don’t here No More Glory
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| No More
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| Glory for the one’s who don’t believe
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| No more
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| Glory for the women I had to leave
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| No More
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| Glory for the one’s who close they ears
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| And the one’s play blind when they see me all
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| The time it’s
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| No More
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| Glory for the haters in the face
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| No More
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| Glory for the one’s who can’t relate
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| No More
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| Glory for the smiles in my face
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| No More Glory No More Glory
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| The records I start to break
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| The money I start to make
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| The womenI start to take
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| Some people begin to relat
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| To music that I was doing
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| My career when I pursuing
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| Countinuin to keep it truing
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| And leaving women boo hooing
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| I’m real but steal struggalin
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| Skill still bubblin
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| Alot of these circus Mc’s still juggling
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| Rubbing it the middle of the sea with no poach
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| Wanna role with the flow but you can’t
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| Sell flow be soap on a rope
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| You tied up and held down
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| Wondering how much your records sold now
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| In the dark
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| Standed no lights and no matches
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| You got a little fame in your life and you reactin
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| Like a stuck up kid
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| You did what folks expect
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| The mo you got consededthe mo you get the
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| Check I bet
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| You hatin me now as I speak
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| But smile when you see me on the streets
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| No more glory
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| Mjg got his knowledge from the street college
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| His vos went for pare in the he solid retarted
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| The minds of those who choose false
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| The ones who can’t get with the hill
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| Get blowed off mowed off
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| Now come on a n grasp upo yards
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| Sleepin in your past you had to broad hard
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| I m breakin down barrers looking for top contenders
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| The smoke cleared
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| Al I see here is big pretenders
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| Lin the flash I
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| Look from the mistakes that others make
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| Like past by then it come agin before you laid
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| In the ground trick it’s going down
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| Long as I’m living got your mind
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| Tow up fromthe flow up up to the celling
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| It be the suave house
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| When you see me I’m in the zone
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| But bout time you reach right through the crowd
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| I’m probably gone
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| We don’t get the chance to plea with my time
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| It’s for we hope
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| But you hate just as soon as you se me
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| Leaving the dore No more
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| Chorus till song go off |