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METHOD MAN lyrics : "The Glide"

(feat. La the Darkman, Raekwon, U-God)

[Intro: Raekwon]

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 %#@!... that's the Wu ^!$$%z man) aiyo


[Raekwon]
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 %#@! back in order, do it like the crack days
Stack up, you little ^!$$%z back up, your raps suck

I demolish a maggot, !@$)got lines, ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$%, put up
The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Enemies is falling, y'all ^!$$%z ain't good enough

Now acknowledge the strength, we stand like buildings
In the city, raise that rent up, y'all ^!$$%z gonna give me, baby
Yeah, what, $#&@er, we stomp ^!$$%z out like XUV's

Then $#&@ ya girl in the but-ut
Nine rap playboys, see me in the Playboy Mansion
With the playboys on, I play rid up


[Chorus: La the Darkman]
^!$$%, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke

Disrespect fam, yo $$# gon' get smoked
We got real money, seven figure deal money
I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money


[U-God]
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 !@%!e til her veins is bulging
You punk mother$#&@er, your ribs is frail
I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail


[La the Darkman]
^!$$%, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke


[Method Man]
I got that sidedish 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, (*##$, or you in the way

Sky's the limit, I ain't come here to play, or come to %#@! 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 (*##$es is gay
T.M.I. blowing tree in sky, we on the job

So be abvised, that wack ^!$$%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
Cuz word to these jeans, hanging off of my $$#, I never fall off
The sensei, with this pen I slay

Pick up a queen in Miami, then get M.I.A., John Blaze, (*##$

[Chorus 2X]

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