The Glide
(专辑: 4:21...The Day After - 2006)
[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 shit... that's the
Wu niggaz man) aiyo [Raekwon] From out the
air space, I'm rocking leather pants in the
tenth grade My pen blaze, now we in the
wind gate, killing 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 [Chorus: La the
Darkman] 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 [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 coke til her veins is bulging You punk motherfucker, your ribs is frail I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail [La the
Darkman] Nigga, 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, 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 Sipping 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 [Chorus 2X]