Method Man - 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz ain't good enough

Now acknowledge the strength, we stand like buildings

In the city, raise that rent up, y'all niggaz gonna give me, baby

Yeah, what, fucker, we stomp niggaz 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 up

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 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, 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

T.M.I. blowing tree in sky, we on the job

So be abvised, that wack niggaz, 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 ass, I never fall off

The sensei, with this pen I slay

Pick up a queen in Miami, then get M.I.A., John Blaze, bitch