Cormega - Glory Days Lyrics
[Mega] Yea Spank, what up my nigga[Spank] Sup, baby whats happenin'[Mega] Yo son man, look at this shit mantimes be *****in' changin' manKnow what I'm sayin manI wish we just go back sometimesYou know what I mean[Spank] No doubt son, you know we all wishthat man, but we goin' through transition right now baby[Mega] Son as long as I got my niggas with meBut let me reminisce yo[Cormega]I'm about to take your minds on a tripCuz everytime I rhyme I kick 'The Realness'Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chainsInfact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was realMad nights, I used to daydreamWishin' I could be the next Alpo? or Green? for Fourth Ring?I used to be magnetized to fly ridesHad a scheme to get my cream and eventually riseI became a little nigga gettin' money type oftenLivin' the ill life, sportin' Nike Delta forcesI saw Scarface and got my first taste for powerI never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollarsI spent hours writin' graffitiAnd niggas like Smitty made gettin' rich look real easyRemember when...Damn son you takin' a nigga back right now[Chorus]Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essenceFacing fed time or in a pearl white LexusSometimes you gotta sit back and just analizeCause nothin' moves faster than the hands of time[Cormega]And I remember when the whole drug game was hotSon a cop got shot, in Southside QueensAnd tactical narcotics teams making headlinesBeing big time could get you fed timeUndercover vibe, pouring out just like red wineMega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D'sI heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E'sYo the mind of a analist is mine so handle itThe way I right rhymes, considered a giftI used to wish that I could be fly like Black TrentRockin' Fi-las, rhyme was the thing I couldn't de-nyI used to read about supplies gettin' bustedCuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corruptedThe feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin' millionsBlack Ratti was the richest nigga in my buildingRemember when...Yea son was doing his thing[Chorus][Cormega]Before my story ends, rest in peace to Killa BenAnd live niggas memories you live againSometimes I close my eyes and just reminisceAnd wonder how alotta cats got so richI can't forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocksA few cops, and alotta sales from rooftops, yeaYou shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red 3-RollerMemories of those days are goldenYea, for all my ghetto legendsEver burrough, all my niggas who was thoroughYea, knah mean[Cormega talking]Know what I'm sayin' sonNiggas was holdin' it down back thenFat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, QueenNiggas for the teamMother*****in my man Supreme Magnetic and Four Green?All them Brooklyn niggasAlpo? and all them mobstyle niggas doin' it uptownBoy George all them Bronx niggasNiggas was seein' money back then sonThe Glory Days, know what I'm sayin'Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout, word
