The Glide
Method Man, Raekwon, LA the Darkman
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Wu-Tang, yeah (what up son) you know It's back to that good ol' thing again, you know? (Pass that, pass that, man) Word up, we do this tremendously (It's on, Rae) word up from staircase to stage Yeah, (yo who that?) you know what it is (Oh s***, that's the Wu n****z man) aiyo From out the air space, I'm rockin' leather pants in the tenth grade My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin' haze Put this s*** back in order, do it like the crack days Stack up, you little n****z back up, your raps suck I demolish a maggot, faggot lines, n****, you'se a savage But don't never compare me to your whack times I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call I straight mash out, for cash n****, put up The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Enemies is falling, y'all n****z ain't good enough Now acknowledge the strength, we stand like buildings In the city, raise that rent up, y'all n****z gonna give me, baby Yeah, what, f***er, we stomp n****z out like X-U-Vs Then f*** ya girl in the butt Nine rap playboys, see me in the Playboy Mansion With the playboys on, I play rid up N****, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke Disrespect fam, yo a** gon' get smoked We got real money, seven figure deal money I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money Yeah, we got them anthems, we handsome and raw All day, cops harass, but we laugh at the law And a fiend got my stash, I blast through your door I caught her with the four, his dame was frozen She loves sniffing coke til her veins is bulging You punk motherf***er, your ribs is frail I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail N****, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke I got that side dish super today, eye candy With the sweetest love, one bite, your tooth'll decay I'm moving units like I'm moving the yae, and like they say In this business, you either in it, b****, or you in the way Sky's the limit, I ain't come here to play, or come to s*** where I lay Who in that six blunt, clipping his tray Sippin' some Ice Water, dipping with Rae Tipping these tricks, dripping for pay And knowing half them b****es is gay T.M.I. blowing tree in sky, we on the job So be advised, that whack n****z, needing apply S.I., represent til we die, this track is pitching to fry Enter the Dragon, I be spitting that fire Keep ya balls off, so calling you dogs off 'cause word to these jeans, hanging off of my a**, I never fall off The sensei, with this pen I slay Pick up a queen in Miami, then get M.I.A., John Blaze, b**** N****, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke Disrespect fam, yo a** gon' get smoked We got real money, seven figure deal money I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money N****, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke Disrespect fam, yo a** gon' get smoked We got real money, seven figure deal money I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money
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Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, LAMONT HAWKINS, L. JACKSON
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