Box in Hand - Ghostface Killah 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...
[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 n_ggaz up in Poland
Rollin wax style museum, G 'em
Them richest n_ggaz bless this
Like Russian cut VVS's
Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this
Them n_ggaz 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 b_tch 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 n_ggaz, scrapin n_ggaz
Takin play from n_ggaz, hate fakin n_ggaz, yo you hear me?
The whole sh_t's like wrestling
What you dare me? Back the f_ck up kid, we flexin
[Verse Three: Method Man]
This rap sh_t 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 n_ggaz 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 b_tches
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 f_ckin with the star spangler
To the dawn's early light with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this sh_t fully
Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully
Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly
Like a fat b_tch in Spandex, free Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine
N_ggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine
Get your own sh_t
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