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Method Man Ft. Raekwon, La The Darkman & U-God - The Glide (with lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Composer
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Composer
L. JACKSON
L. JACKSON
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
Jose Reynoso
Jose Reynoso
Mixing Engineer
Justin Rossi
Justin Rossi
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Wu-Tang, yeah, you know, it's back To that good ol' thing again, you know? Word up, we do this tremendously Word up from staircase to stage Yeah, you know what it is, 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, fa*** lines, n****, you's 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 n****, put up The E******'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, fucker, we stomp n****z out like X U V's Then fuck ya girl in the b*** 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 s***** 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 h****** 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 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 s** b****, clipping his tray, sippin' some Ice Water Dipping with Rae, tipping these t*****, dripping for pay And knowing half them b****** is g** T.M.I. blowing tree in sky, we on the job So be advised, that wack n****z, needing apply S.I., represent 'til we die, this track is p******* 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 sensex, with this pen I s**** 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 s***** 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 s***** We got real money, seven figure deal money I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Clifford Smith, Lamont Hawkins, Robert F. Diggs, L. Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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