Box In Hand

Box In Hand - Ghostface Killah

Wu Tang will survive

No no you know na

Wu Tang will survive

'Cause every time they flip a party

You know the party screams and shouts

'Cause you d**n TC that was a bomb

Get all my peoples get all my peoples headphones

All of 'em

Lay 'em a death warrant

Yo

Show it off kid show 'em

What what

Let 'em have it

Bust it

Hey yo hey yo

Blend wine who want to win mine

Shorty get a ten round for floatin'

With the richest huh

Flexed out Flinstone style

Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud jetted the

Mosyin posin' for them n**gaz up in Poland

Rollin' wax style museum G 'em

Them richest n**gaz bless this

Like russian cut VVS's

Slide the hatchback black were finessing this

Them n**gaz over there know gazelle goggles

And them lottos 88 style throwin' bottles bottles

Scenario rap imperial material yo yo

Murderin' cats is like that real

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**ch 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'

He's strong manipulatin' n**gaz scrapin' n**gaz

Takin' play from n**gaz hate fakin' n**gaz yo you hear me

The whole sh*t's like wrestling

What you dare me back the f**k up kid we flexin'

This rap sh*t bust yo' gums and leave you stunned

Pull your plug now you can't function

There's no total or sum to this equation you frozen

Many may come but few are chosen

Pretty n**gaz wanna play the war posin'

When the ruckus come

They be the first to get their shine stolen

Do or die it be I metaphysical 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**ches

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**kin' 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**ch in spandex free Willy

We on some milli check the joint engine number nine

N**gaz wastin' time worryin' about me and mine

Get your own sh*t