Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah - Box In Hand (feat. Method Man & Street Life) lyrics

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(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

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