Lirik Lagu Box in Hand - Ghostface Killah
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featuring RaekwonMethod Man
Intro: *sung*
Wu Tang will surviveno no no no no noWu Tang will surviveCause every time they flip a partyYou know the party screams and shoutsCause you... DAMN! AwTC that was the bomb...
[Ghostface]Get all my peoples get all my peoples headphonesAll of emLay em a death warrantAaaahyoshow it offkidshow emwhatwhatLet em have itbust ithey yo, hey yo
Verse One: Raekwon
Blend wine, who want to win mineShorty get a ten-round for floatinWith the richest, huhFlexed out, Flinstone styleYour crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted theMosyin, posin for them niggaz up in PolandRollin wax style museum, G 'emThem richest niggaz bless thisLike Russian cut VVS'sSlide the hatchback, black were finessing thisThem niggaz over there know, Gazelle gogglesAnd them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles)Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)Murderin' cats is like that real
Verse Two: Ghostface
Yo come do me somethin word to Michelob peep the Land Rov'Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stoveIt's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rapDough got smaller famous team, walked up in PhotomatBlack down, numerous rounds, boots is brownGetaway driver, this white bitch from out of townWe love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chasesPorno stations, drinkin violations, God relations90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaksBangin earaches, lay my verse down in two takesThe speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchenMurder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin
Interlude: Raekwon
Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggaz, scrapin niggazTakin play from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me?The whole shit's like wrestlingWhat you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin
Verse Three: Method Man
This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunnedPull your plug, now you can't functionThere's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zenMany may come but few are cho-senPretty niggaz want to play the war po-sinWhen the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolenDo or die, it be I, Meta-physical ManHolding court from my Wu, indivisible clanI see your thoughts and your hand reachinIt's getting deep in this mudCats heat seekin, for one bloodNameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitchesLess he gon' bring this above, I make switchesFrom the lamp I grant three wishesJohnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I rollOne hundred percent mind, one hundred percent bodyOne hundred percent soul, individualAssholes tend to runFrom this PLO extortion to the oneThe next chamber, you fuckin with the star spanglerTo the dawn's early light with this head-bangerBoogie, represent this shit fullyLike I'm constantly at war with the town bullyWho want that pressure, about to get smacked sillyLike a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy!We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nineNiggaz wastin time worryin about me and mineGet your own shit
Intro: *sung*
Wu Tang will surviveno no no no no noWu Tang will surviveCause every time they flip a partyYou know the party screams and shoutsCause you... DAMN! AwTC that was the bomb...
[Ghostface]Get all my peoples get all my peoples headphonesAll of emLay em a death warrantAaaahyoshow it offkidshow emwhatwhatLet em have itbust ithey yo, hey yo
Verse One: Raekwon
Blend wine, who want to win mineShorty get a ten-round for floatinWith the richest, huhFlexed out, Flinstone styleYour crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted theMosyin, posin for them niggaz up in PolandRollin wax style museum, G 'emThem richest niggaz bless thisLike Russian cut VVS'sSlide the hatchback, black were finessing thisThem niggaz over there know, Gazelle gogglesAnd them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles)Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)Murderin' cats is like that real
Verse Two: Ghostface
Yo come do me somethin word to Michelob peep the Land Rov'Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stoveIt's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rapDough got smaller famous team, walked up in PhotomatBlack down, numerous rounds, boots is brownGetaway driver, this white bitch from out of townWe love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chasesPorno stations, drinkin violations, God relations90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaksBangin earaches, lay my verse down in two takesThe speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchenMurder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin
Interlude: Raekwon
Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggaz, scrapin niggazTakin play from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me?The whole shit's like wrestlingWhat you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin
Verse Three: Method Man
This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunnedPull your plug, now you can't functionThere's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zenMany may come but few are cho-senPretty niggaz want to play the war po-sinWhen the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolenDo or die, it be I, Meta-physical ManHolding court from my Wu, indivisible clanI see your thoughts and your hand reachinIt's getting deep in this mudCats heat seekin, for one bloodNameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitchesLess he gon' bring this above, I make switchesFrom the lamp I grant three wishesJohnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I rollOne hundred percent mind, one hundred percent bodyOne hundred percent soul, individualAssholes tend to runFrom this PLO extortion to the oneThe next chamber, you fuckin with the star spanglerTo the dawn's early light with this head-bangerBoogie, represent this shit fullyLike I'm constantly at war with the town bullyWho want that pressure, about to get smacked sillyLike a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy!We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nineNiggaz wastin time worryin about me and mineGet your own shit
