Ghostface Killah - Box In Hand (Remix) Lyrics

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Street's running through your dancehall gunning

Like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MC's with summons

For pumping - that watered down substance

Beef there's slugs finger creeping

Making moves like Crying Freeman

Prince of thieves earth's third seed

Heavyweight like golden fleeces

Homicides stroll the street

If Luther preached it look at the thugs holding heat

In the city beef got me plotting trilogy

To the smoke enemies sneak attacks

I'm beyond and above that

Seen that done that respect black

I catch a slug to your hardhat

Lounging in the everglades surfing the airwave

Catch a buck fifty where the razorblades swiftly

Shaolin cats be shiesty strictly

Drunk off the Irish whiskey

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[Verse Three: Method Man]

Rest your headpiece on this one sun

Cough up a lung

Sleeping on my murderous type ones I get you done

I'm looking at these cuthroat kids and how they live

It's like we was partners in spades and you renege

Can't fuck with no nigga like that he get me jack

Or sent back meaning whole life fade to black

I'm looking in the half of right and roll tight

Fool me once but can't fool me twice I'm 25

To life on this mic device ain't nothing nice

A mixture of long wild rice and no spice

Inflicted rap addicted track I stick it flip it

Daddy long dick-ed slide

A little bit beyond twisted mind in stitches

You thought weak but meant wicked

Niggas choke off my second hand smoke lifted

Everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted dead calm

Hit me with the eighteen bronze buddah palm

About to blow like Napalm before your arm

Prepare for the warfare or buy a share

Oh what the fuck we dealing with yeah

Johnny about to go there

Need another year

Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here

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