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GHOSTFACE KILLAH lyrics : "Box In Hand"

(feat. Raekwon, Method Man)
[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...

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 ^!$$%z up in Poland

Rollin wax style museum, G 'em
Them richest ^!$$%z bless this
Like Russian cut VVS's

Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this
Them ^!$$%z 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 [email protected]$)gots 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 (*##$ from out of town
We love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases

[email protected]^*o 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 ^!$$%z, scrapin ^!$$%z

Takin play from ^!$$%z, hate fakin ^!$$%z, yo you hear me?
The whole %#@!'s like wrestling
What you dare me? Back the $#[email protected] up kid, we flexin

[Verse Three: Method Man]

This rap %#@! 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 ^!$$%z 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 (*##$es

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 $#[email protected] with the star spangler
To the dawn's early light with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this %#@! fully
Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully

Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly
Like a fat (*##$ in Spandex, free Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine
^!$$%z wastin time worryin about me and mine
Get your own %#@!

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