(feat. La the Darkman, Raekwon, U-God)
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[Intro: Raekwon]
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Wu-Tang... yeah (what up son) you know
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It's back to that good ol' thing again, you know?
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(Pass that, pass that, man) Word up, we do this tremendously
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(It's on, Rae) word up from staircase to stage
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Yeah... (yo who that?) You know what it is
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(Oh shit... that's the Wu niggaz man) aiyo
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[Raekwon]
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From out the air space, I'm rockin' leather pants in the tenth grade
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My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin' haze
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Put this shit back in order, do it like the crack days
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Stack up, you little niggaz back up, your raps suck
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I demolish a maggot, faggot lines, nigga, you'se a savage
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But don't never compare me to your wack times
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I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call
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I straight mash out, for cash nigga, put up
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The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
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Enemies is falling, y'all niggaz ain't good enough
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Now acknowledge the strength, we stand like buildings
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In the city, raise that rent up, y'all niggaz gonna give me, baby
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Yeah, what, fucker, we stomp niggaz out like XUV's
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Then fuck ya girl in the but-ut
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Nine rap playboys, see me in the Playboy Mansion
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With the playboys on, I play rid up
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[Chorus: La the Darkman]
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Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke
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Disrespect fam, yo ass gon' get smoked
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We got real money, seven figure deal money
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I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money
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[U-God]
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Yeah, we got them anthems, we handsome and raw
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All day, cops harass, but we laugh at the law
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And a fiend got my stash, I blast through your door
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I caught her with the four, his dame was frozen
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She loves sniffing coke til her veins is bulging
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You punk motherfucker, your ribs is frail
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I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail
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[La the Darkman]
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Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke
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[Method Man]
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I got that sidedish super today, eye candy
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With the sweetest love, one bite, your tooth'll decay
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I'm moving units like I'm moving the yae, and like they say
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In this business, you either in it, bitch, or you in the way
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Sky's the limit, I ain't come here to play, or come to shit where I lay
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Who in that six blunt, clipping his tray
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Sippin' some Ice Water, dipping with Rae
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Tipping these tricks, dripping for pay
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And knowing half them bitches is gay
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T.M.I. blowing tree in sky, we on the job
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So be abvised, that wack niggaz, needing apply
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S.I., represent til we die, this track is pitching to fry
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Enter the Dragon, I be spitting that fire
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Keep ya balls off, so calling you dogs off
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Cuz word to these jeans, hanging off of my ass, I never fall off
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The sensei, with this pen I slay
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Pick up a queen in Miami, then get M.I.A., John Blaze, bitch
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[Chorus 2X]
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The Glide
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Method Man |