Ghostface Killah - Box In Hand Lyrics

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Wu Tang will survive no no you no now

Wu Tang will survive 'cause everytime they flip a party

You know the party screams and shouts

'Cause you damn aw TC that was the bomb

Get all my peoples get all my peoples headphones

All of 'em and lay 'em a death warrant

Aaaah yo show it off kid show em what what

Let 'em have it bust it hey yo hey yo

Blend wine who want to win mine

Shorty get a ten-round for floatin' with the richest huh

Flexed out Flinstone style

Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud jetted the

Mosyin' posin' for them niggaz up in Poland

Rollin' wax style museum G 'em

Them richest niggaz bless this like Russian cut V.V.S's

Slide the hatchback black were finessing this

Them niggaz over there know Gazelle goggles

And them Lottos 88 style throwin' bottles

Scenario rap rap imperial material

Murderin' cats is like that real

Yo come do me somethin' word to Michelob peep the Land Rov'

Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove

It's like space kid the whole world is pitch black Granola Rap

Dough got smaller famous team walked up in Photomat

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Black down numerous rounds boots is brown

Getaway driver this white bitch from out of town

We love horse races shakin' Jakes and high-speed chases

Porno stations drinkin' violations God relations

90 minute Maxell tapes instrumental breaks

Bangin' earaches lay my verse down in two takes

The speaker pops the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen

Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin' woofer hissin'

Yo he's strong armin' manipulatin' niggaz scrapin' niggaz

Takin' play from niggaz hate fakin' niggaz yo you hear me?

The whole shit's like wrestling

What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid we flexin'

This rap shit bust yo' gums and leave you stunned

Pull your plug now you can't function

There's no total or sum to this equation you frozen

Many may come but few are chosen

Pretty niggaz want to play the war po-sin

When the ruckus come they be the first to get their shine stolen

Do or die it be I Meta-physical Man

Holding court from my Wu indivisible clan

I see your thoughts and your hand reachin'

It's getting deep in this mud cats heat seekin' for one blood

Nameless thugs with aimless slugs shootin' at these stank bitches

Less he gon' bring this above I make switches

From the lamp I grant three wishes

Johnny be parlayin' I Blaze britches then I roll

One hundred percent mind one hundred percent body

One hundred percent soul individual

Assholes tend to run

From this PLO extortion to the one

The next chamber you fuckin' with the Star Spangler

To the dawn's early light with this head-banger

Boogie represent this shit fully

Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully

Who want that pressure about to get smacked silly

Like a fat bitch in Spandex Free Willy

We on some milli check the joint engine number nine

Niggaz wastin' time worryin' about me and mine

Get your own shit

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