The Glide
The Glide

Method Man, Raekwon, La the Darkman - The Glide Lyrics

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The Glide Lyrics

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

Writer(s): ROBERT F. DIGGS, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, LAMONT HAWKINS, L. JACKSON
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Memory Lane Music Group (Foreign)
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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