Glorified

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 niggas is like bullets in the back
 On the highway going fucka fucka 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 mothafucka thinks is the fliest place
 Verse: 2
 Die mothafucka you know i aint concerned
 You make a mothafucka really do learn
 Popeye nigga 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 shit
 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 mothafucka 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 mothafucka
 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 fucka
 Check it
 Chorus: 2x
 I glorified the crime rate in my state
 The motha fucka thinks is the fliest place
 Shit can u understand now, I'm glorified