Box In Hand (remix) Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

featuring Raekwon, Method Man 

*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 

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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 criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the 

Moseying, posing 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, throwing bottles (bottles) 

Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo) 

Murdering cats is like that real 

Two: Ghostface 

Photos 

Yo come do me something 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 shaking Jakes and high-speed chases 

Porno stations, drinking violations, God relations 

90 minute Maxwell tapes, instrumental breaks 

Banging earaches, lay my verse down in two takes 

The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen 

Murder the DJ's eyes twitching, woofer hissing 

Interlude: Raekwon 

Yo, he's strong arming, manipulating niggaz, scraping niggaz 

Taking play from niggaz, hate faking niggaz, yo you hear me? 

The whole shit's like wrestling 

What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexing 

Three: Method Man 

This rap shit 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 niggaz want to play the war posing 

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 reaching 

It's getting deep in this mud 

Cats heat seeking, for one blood 

Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shooting at these stank bitches 

Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches 

From the lamp I grant three wishes 

Johnny be parleying, 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 fucking 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 wasting time worrying about me and mine 

Get your own shit