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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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Chorus |
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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 |
