Method Man, La The Darkman, U-God, Raekwon - 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 shit that's the Wu niggas 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 shit back in order
Do it like the crack days
Stack up, you little niggas back up
Your raps suck
I demolish a maggot, faggot lines, nigga
You'se a savage
But don't never compare me to your wack times
I'll smash your hood up, yeah
Anybody you call
I straight mash out, for cash nigga, put up
The Embassy's calling, Wu Tang, Wu Tang
Enemies is falling
Y'all niggas ain't good enough
Now acknowledge the strength
We stand like buildings
In the city, raise that rent up
Y'all niggas gonna give me, baby
Yeah, what, fucker
We stomp niggas out like XUV's
Then fuck ya girl in the but-ut
Nine rap playboys
See me in the Playboy Mansion
With the playboys on, I play rid-ough

Nigga, we glide when we ride
Don't choke when we smoke
Disrespect fam, yo ass 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 motherfucker, your ribs is frail
I've been eating calamari
Getting big in jail

Nigga, we glide when we ride
Don't choke when we smoke

I got that sidedish soup of the day
Eye candy with the sweetest love, one bite
Your tooth'll decay
I'm moving unit's like I'm moving the yay
And like they say
In this business, you either in it, bitch
Or you in the way
Sky's the limit, I ain't come here to play
Or come to shit 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 bitches is gay
TMI blowing tree in sky, we on the job
So be abvised, that wack niggas
Needn't apply sI, 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
Cuz word to these jeans, hanging
Off of my ass, i never fall off
The sensei, with this pen I slay
Pick up a queen in Miami
Then get MIA, John Blaze, bitch