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Some information about Box In Hand Lyrics Title: Ghostface Killah - Box In Hand lyrics Artist: Ghostface Killah Album: Ironman Visitors: 6 visitors have visited Box In Hand Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. ft. RaekwonMethod Man [Intro: sung] Wu Tang will surviveno 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! AwTC that was the bomb... [Ghostface] Get all my peoplesget all my peoples headphones All of em Lay em a death warrant Aaaahyoshow it offkidshow emwhatwhat Let em have itbust ithey yohey yo [Verse One: Raekwon] Blend winewho want to win mine Shorty get a ten-round for floatin With the richesthuh Flexed outFlinstone style Your crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loudjetted the Mosyinposin for them niggaz up in Poland Rollin wax style museumG em Them richest niggaz bless this Like Russian cut VVS s Slide the hatchbackblack were finessing this Them niggaz over there knowGazelle goggles And them Lottos88 stylethrowin bottles (bottles) Scenario raprap imperialmaterial (uhyo yoyoyo) 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 kidthe whole world is pitch blackgranola rap Dough got smaller famous teamwalked up in Photomat Black downnumerous roundsboots is brown Getaway driverthis white bitch from out of town We love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases Porno stationsdrinkin violationsGod relations 90 minute Maxell tapesinstrumental breaks Bangin earacheslay my verse down in two takes The speaker popsthe Winchester rifle s in the kitchen Murder the DJ s eyes twitchinwoofer hissin [Interlude: Raekwon] Yohe s strong arminmanipulatin niggazscrapin niggaz Takin play from niggazhate fakin niggazyo you hear me? The whole shit s like wrestling What you dare me? Back the fuck up kidwe flexin [Verse Three: Method Man] This rap shit bust yo gumsand leave you stunned Pull your plugnow you can t function There s no to-tal or sum to this equa-tionyou fro-zen Many may come but few are cho-sen Pretty niggaz want to play the war po-sin When the ruckus comethey be the first to get their shine stolen Do or dieit be IMeta-physical Man Holding court from my Wuindivisible clan I see your thoughts and your hand reachin It s getting deep in this mud Cats heat seekinfor one blood Nameless thugs with aimless slugsshootin at these stank bitches Less he gon bring this aboveI make switches From the lamp I grant three wishes Johnny be parlayinI Blaze britchesthen I roll One hundred percent mindone hundred percent body One hundred percent soulindividual Assholes tend to run From this PLO extortion to the one The next chamberyou fuckin with the star spangler To the dawn s early light with this head-banger Boogierepresent this shit fully Like I m constantly at war with the town bully Who want that pressureabout to get smacked silly Like a fat bitch in Spandexfree Willy! We on some millicheck the jointengine number nine Niggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine Get your own shit Hottest songs from Ghostface Killah : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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