Ghostface Killah - Box In Hand (feat. Method Man & Street Life) lyrics
rate me(feat. Raekwon, Method Man)<br />
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[Intro: sung]<br />
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Wu Tang will survive, no no no-no no no<br />
Wu Tang will survive<br />
Cause every time they flip a party<br />
You know the party screams and shouts<br />
Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb...<br />
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[Ghostface]<br />
Get all my peoples,get all my peoples headphones<br />
All of em<br />
Lay em a death warrant<br />
Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what<br />
Let em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo<br />
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[Verse One: Raekwon]<br />
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Blend wine, who want to win mine<br />
Shorty get a ten-round for floatin<br />
With the richest, huh<br />
Flexed out, Flinstone style<br />
Your crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the<br />
Mosyin, posin for them niggaz up in Poland<br />
Rollin wax style museum, G 'em<br />
Them richest niggaz bless this<br />
Like Russian cut VVS's<br />
Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this<br />
Them niggaz over there know, Gazelle goggles<br />
And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles)<br />
Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)<br />
Murderin' cats is like that real<br />
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[Verse Two: Ghostface]<br />
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Yo come do me somethin word to Michelob peep the Land Rov'<br />
Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove<br />
It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap<br />
Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in Photomat<br />
Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown<br />
Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town<br />
We love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases<br />
Porno stations, drinkin violations, God relations<br />
90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks<br />
Bangin earaches, lay my verse down in two takes<br />
The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen<br />
Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin<br />
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[Interlude: Raekwon]<br />
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Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggaz, scrapin niggaz<br />
Takin play from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me?<br />
The whole shit's like wrestling<br />
What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin<br />
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[Verse Three: Method Man]<br />
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This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned<br />
Pull your plug, now you can't function<br />
There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen<br />
Many may come but few are cho-sen<br />
Pretty niggaz want to play the war po-sin<br />
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen<br />
Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man<br />
Holding court from my Wu, indivisible clan<br />
I see your thoughts and your hand reachin<br />
It's getting deep in this mud<br />
Cats heat seekin, for one blood<br />
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches<br />
Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches<br />
From the lamp I grant three wishes<br />
Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I roll<br />
One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body<br />
One hundred percent soul, individual<br />
Assholes tend to run<br />
From this PLO extortion to the one<br />
The next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler<br />
To the dawn's early light with this head-banger<br />
Boogie, represent this shit fully<br />
Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully<br />
Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly<br />
Like a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy!<br />
We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine<br />
Niggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine<br />
Get your own shit
