Who Sang Glory? Cam’ron feat. N.O.R.E.

N.O.R.E. Confessions of Fire cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1998-7-21
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Thug Rap
length: 4:12
producer: Swizz Beatz
performer: N.O.R.E.
guest: N.O.R.E.
I'm here now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm here now!
They should have never let me in the mutha****in game be !
They done ****ed up lettin me in Un
They done did it to themselves man!

Eh yo, you see him
Cam in the BM
Wit the Koreans
To G 'em
Wit land in Korea
Take the leer jet flight
Thursday night
y'all **** up it's worth your life
Huh, you *****z heard me right
Uggh, for that persian white
I go to church of christ
Search a life
First to cut a ***** for his merchandise
My *****z ball for weight
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes
To make em frosted flakes
Oh, these jewels on my neck
You'll say the Lord I'm saved
My **** cost some cake
You think you can afford a date
But yo your men should know
That my crew, we intend to blow
Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence
And **********in end your show
When I say no
What don't you understand the N or O
Like that ***** Jigga said
Yo, you either friend or foe
So respect my wish
I'm a perfectionist
And wit the gun
Is the only time a ***** plays catch or kiss
Check the list, how many necks I twist
Who expected this, Exodus
Blow over night, or even sex a *****
But she catch feelings everytime I hit her off
On my **** so bad I need Cochran to get her off
Ask my ***** Digga
Or my other ***** Mr. Ross
The point we get across
To make it that you get across
And cats like you, get mad and want to holler rape
But you live in the burbs'
Your business is on the holidays

Now where my up north *****s at
Wha What!
Now where my down south *****s at
Wha What!
Now where my east side *****s at
Wha What!
Now where my west side *****s at
Wha What!
Now where my Harlem World *****s at
Wha What!
Now where my Iraq *****s at
Wha What!
Now where my N.O.R *****s at
Wha What!
Now where my Cam'ron *****s at
Wha What!

Eh, yo I just want to walk wit ya'll
I don't want to rhyme
I just need to talk wit ya'll
How ya'll feel about me
Yo, I think I'm pretty hot
Cause when I rhyme
*****s grab they **** and diddy bop
Then pull they skully down
And put their ice grill on
Like they don't trust a *****
And walk around the club
Like they bout to crush a *****
I get a ***** mad enough to when he snuff a *****
No need to boast
Yo, I **** around and bust a *****
You got to love a *****
The way I rhyme what
Cause out west they ****in throwin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin where they wind up
Next day same ice grill along the lineup
Ya'll *****s' time up
No mean to trouble you
I'll snatch your kids quicker than B.C.W
What you mad about? I see a lot of tightened jaws
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really liking yours
Not to nag her, wonder if I can bag her
It ain't if I can have her, it's HOW I'm gonna have her
I'm a lay her like a quarterback
On her back
On the mat
Found out that you want to act
We ran through her
You want her back?
Come on wit that
You kiss a hoe
But when the ***** leaves
You **** around and miss the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and diss the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, trick the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor like Richard yo
See I done been around the world
See I met Puff and I know Mason
But still the best nation
***** is donation
So let me hold somethin
Yo, you can't change my livin
This robbery's a holiday
Call it Thanksforgivin'
Cause you a turkey
Talkin bout you sell weight
***** you had soul mates, I had cell mates
But now I've been in the same three hummers
For the same three summers
And my dice game loves me
and stays on the same three numbers


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Glory
  • 3 357
  • 4 Rockin' and Rollin'
  • 5 Wrong Ones
  • 6 Death
  • 7 Horse & Carriage
  • 8 Me, My Moms & Jimmy
  • 9 Prophecy
  • 10 We Got It
  • 11 D Rugs
  • 12 Feels Good
  • 13 Phone Interlude
  • 14 A Pimp's a Pimp
  • 15 Confessions
  • 16 Fuck You
  • 17 Me & My Boo
  • 18 Shanghai
  • 19 Who's Nice