Laulunsanoja:
U God Glide

(feat. Lethaface) [U-God] Yo, Inspectah Deck track break your back Yo A message of a wreckage 50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus Eyes hot, Cyclops

: (feat. Lethaface) [U-God] Yo, Inspectah Deck track break your back Yo A message of a wreckage 50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus Eyes hot,

ass, bust the cap on the Moet 'Cause I don't wanna hear that crap Why? I'd rather be a New Jack, Hustler Hustler Hustler Hustler Hustler H U S T L E

God-body fly automobiles with grills Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit still Chill, peace to Queens, so the God

surrender is car and legal tender Sunshine on time, manifest all time 'tween beams Because I study all true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees Study righteous God

want the nigga Red on on this blue suit fried When he died we showed the nigga he could never ride Or fuck with the souljahs That glide on the Clair

own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor It's my borough, you don't want no problems I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside I ride the top, you glide

prcious oil All these patriotic lies oft sicken me to wake how much shit & disrespect are we supposed to take while you chant amongst the bleachers "U

, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you digest