《Box In Hand》是Ghostface Killah演唱的歌曲，收錄於專輯《Ironman》。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Box In Hand
- 所屬專輯：Ironman
- 歌曲原唱：Ghostface Killah
- 發行日期：1996年10月29日
歌曲歌詞
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
