Ghostface Killah Box In Hand(feat Raekwon Method Man Lyrics

Box In Hand(feat Raekwon Method Man Lyrics

[Intro: sung]

 

 Wu Tang will survive, no no no-no no no

 Wu Tang will survive

 Cause every time they flip a party 

 You know the party screams and shouts

 Cause you... DAMN!  Aw, TC that was the bomb...

 

 [Ghostface]

 Get all my peoples,get all my peoples headphones

 All of em

 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

 

 [Verse One: Raekwon]

 

 Blend wine, who want to win mine

 Shorty get a ten-round for floatin

 With the richest, huh

 Flexed out, Flinstone style

 Your crimi-nal 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 VVS's

 Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this

 Them niggaz over there know, Gazelle goggles

 And 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 stove

 It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap

 Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in Photomat

 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

 

 [Interlude: Raekwon]

 

 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

 

 [Verse Three: Method Man]

 

 This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned

 Pull your plug, now you can't function

 There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen

 Many may come but few are cho-sen

 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