Glory Of War by Rick Ross
Key: GmGm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
Gm                      Bb
Stevie Wonder on the pianos
Cm
Geechi Liberace in the building
Eb
Ray Charles on the flute
Ahh
Verse 1
Gm                       Bb
Sway wallabies, I follow policies
Cm                                  Eb
Always give her game every time she swallow me
Gm                                        Bb
Shootin' blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least
Cm                     Eb
Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace
Gm                                        Bb
Niggas posting pictures while I'm posted in Belize
Cm                     Eb
Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees
Gm                                        Bb
Being overseas is a daily routine
Cm                     Eb
Young niggas traveling the world, that's just been in our genes
Gm                                        Bb
Put the gang together, now you niggas traumatized
Cm                     Eb
Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan
Gm                                        Bb
Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime
Cm                     Eb
Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back around
Gm                                        Bb
Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic down
Cm                     Eb
8 figure nigga, tell me how those numbers sound
Gm                                        Bb
Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound
Cm                     Eb
In LA, get the Bentley truck just to run around
Gm                                        Bb
305 nigga 'til they gun me down
Cm                     Eb
Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house
Gm                                        Bb
When the shots ring, even cops pause
Cm                     Eb
Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss
[Hook]
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Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math
Cm                     Eb
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
Gm                                        Bb
It's leather [?], 80 bands
Cm                     Eb
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance
Verse 2
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It's a time for politics and it's a time to kill
Cm                     Eb
Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers
Gm                                        Bb
I could turn a nigga city to a battlefield
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And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear
Gm                                        Bb
Big Ducky [?], he 2000
Cm                     Eb
Tony [?] in H-Town with the coupes out
Gm                                        Bb
These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out
Cm                     Eb
Pool party, it's popping like Uncle Luke house
Gm                                        Bb
Fake niggas, it's time that we pull ya skirts up
Cm                     Eb
At the table and pussy niggas ain't worth nothing
Gm                                        Bb
Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a [?] line
Cm                     Eb
Nothing really than [?] still alive
Gm                                        Bb
Niggas body dropping like a holocaust
Cm                     Eb
The glory of war really your mama loss
Gm                                        Bb
First time all your kids got to play together
Cm                     Eb
Holding hands, bow our heads, let us play together
[Hook]
Gm                                        Bb
Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math
Cm                     Eb
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
Gm                                        Bb
It's leather [?], 80 bands
Cm                     Eb
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance
Verse 3
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I cut off some more friends and family members
Cm                     Eb
Hope they know I'm the raw nigga, a cold villain
Gm                                        Bb
Haters still hating 50 million later
Cm                     Eb
I'mma tell you like a player, better get some paper
Gm                                        Bb
Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls
Cm                     Eb
Rarely speak to these niggas screaming, "Free my dogs"
Gm                                        Bb
Little homie didn't rob, but he took the charge
Cm                     Eb
Dade County niggas still behind them bars