same still birds That victory always brought These hours of glory bought By men with mounds of earth Dead ash without a spark Where cities used to be Where guns
younger, but still they keep playing the deadliest game Brothers and sisters, what are we fightin' for It's not for the fame or the glory anymore I
[Nas] Word to Will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame
Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X) Some of us have angels -- the kingdom, the power Some of us have angels -- the power, the glory Some of us have demons -- greed
] For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every nigga totin inner pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every nigga gone And for
lawyer You're gonna need an alibi And if you crave bein' an outlaw Better to make a plan For the guns and the promises they feed you Will drag you in
Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul Ah'd be beholdin to ya all For a lil information, just a little indication Just
doin' inventory Guns, clips, vest, bullets So when I pull it, it's the end of story Leadin' my men to glory Then get shorty to hold a pound for me I know
which are equal I and I say black people never lose the faith, Him cop he head so we get it and the king of glory
more than 700 million dollars Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion {VERSE TWO:(TRAY DEE)} I had no choice or remorse for time for
I feel no sympathy It?s tight ill, plus I get slight chills when I write wills Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with ice grills No telling what I might feel about my glory
feel no sympathy. It's tight ill, plus I get slight chills when I write wills. Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with ice grills. No telling what I might feel about my glory
mob When there was earth to plow or guns to bear I was always there, right on the job They used to tell me I was building a dream With peace and glory
For ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born and every nigga gone And for
Skyscraper standing in a desert alone A helicopter searchlight is searching for no one We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top The smokestack clouds with glory
'll survive it, but they won't be alive to tell that Thug story livin' in the city is really no nuts, no glory No nuts, no glory Thug stories, you wanna
A 'Pain in the ass' nah but 'Fuck you, pay me' I'm no shorty, nigga I stop your glory I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me Avoid
you rule the world every girl would want to be with you First, ya get the money, then you get the power Big Pun's the same son bustin' my guns for the