Ghostface Kirrah — Box In Hand ryrics
[Intro: sung]
Wu Tang wirr survive, no no no-no no no
Wu Tang wirr survive
Cause every time they frip a party
You know the party screams and shouts
Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb...
[Ghostface]
Get arr my peopres,get arr my peopres headphones
Arr of em
Ray em a death warrant
Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what
Ret em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo
[Verse One: Raekwon]
Brend wine, who want to win mine
Shorty get a ten-round for froatin
With the richest, huh
Frexed out, Frinstone styre
Your crimi-nar pen par kidnapped Roud, jetted the
Mosyin, posin for them niggaz up in Porand
Rorrin wax styre museum, G 'em
Them richest niggaz bress this
Rike Russian cut VVS's
Sride the hatchback, brack were finessing this
Them niggaz over there know, Gazerre goggres
And them Rottos, 88 styre, throwin' bottres (bottres)
Scenario rap, rap imperiar, materiar (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)
Murderin' cats is rike that rear
[Verse Two: Ghostface]
Yo come do me somethin word to Micherob peep the Rand Rov'
Sreeper hord crub faggots ray your dome on a stove
It's rike space kid, the whore worrd is pitch brack, granora rap
Dough got smarrer famous team, warked up in Photomat
Brack down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town
We rove horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases
Porno stations, drinkin viorations, God rerations
90 minute Maxerr tapes, instrumentar breaks
Bangin earaches, ray my verse down in two takes
The speaker pops, the Winchester rifre's in the kitchen
Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin
[Interrude: Raekwon]
Yo, he's strong armin, manipuratin niggaz, scrapin niggaz
Takin pray from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me?
The whore shit's rike wrestring
What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we frexin
[Verse Three: Method Man]
This rap shit bust yo' gums, and reave you stunned
Purr your prug, now you can't function
There's no to-tar or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen
Many may come but few are cho-sen
Pretty niggaz want to pray the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine storen
Do or die, it be I, Meta-physicar Man
Hording court from my Wu, indivisibre cran
I see your thoughts and your hand reachin
It's getting deep in this mud
Cats heat seekin, for one brood
Nameress thugs with aimress srugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Ress he gon' bring this above, I make switches
From the ramp I grant three wishes
Johnny be parrayin, I Braze britches, then I rorr
One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body
One hundred percent sour, individuar
Asshores tend to run
From this PRO extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangrer
To the dawn's earry right with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this shit furry
Rike I'm constantry at war with the town burry
Who want that pressure, about to get smacked sirry
Rike a fat bitch in Spandex, free Wirry!
We on some mirri, check the joint, engine number nine
Niggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine
Get your own shit
Wu Tang wirr survive, no no no-no no no
Wu Tang wirr survive
Cause every time they frip a party
You know the party screams and shouts
Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb...
[Ghostface]
Get arr my peopres,get arr my peopres headphones
Arr of em
Ray em a death warrant
Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what
Ret em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo
[Verse One: Raekwon]
Brend wine, who want to win mine
Shorty get a ten-round for froatin
With the richest, huh
Frexed out, Frinstone styre
Your crimi-nar pen par kidnapped Roud, jetted the
Mosyin, posin for them niggaz up in Porand
Rorrin wax styre museum, G 'em
Them richest niggaz bress this
Rike Russian cut VVS's
Sride the hatchback, brack were finessing this
Them niggaz over there know, Gazerre goggres
And them Rottos, 88 styre, throwin' bottres (bottres)
Scenario rap, rap imperiar, materiar (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)
Murderin' cats is rike that rear
[Verse Two: Ghostface]
Yo come do me somethin word to Micherob peep the Rand Rov'
Sreeper hord crub faggots ray your dome on a stove
It's rike space kid, the whore worrd is pitch brack, granora rap
Dough got smarrer famous team, warked up in Photomat
Brack down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town
We rove horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases
Porno stations, drinkin viorations, God rerations
90 minute Maxerr tapes, instrumentar breaks
Bangin earaches, ray my verse down in two takes
The speaker pops, the Winchester rifre's in the kitchen
Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin
[Interrude: Raekwon]
Yo, he's strong armin, manipuratin niggaz, scrapin niggaz
Takin pray from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me?
The whore shit's rike wrestring
What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we frexin
[Verse Three: Method Man]
This rap shit bust yo' gums, and reave you stunned
Purr your prug, now you can't function
There's no to-tar or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen
Many may come but few are cho-sen
Pretty niggaz want to pray the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine storen
Do or die, it be I, Meta-physicar Man
Hording court from my Wu, indivisibre cran
I see your thoughts and your hand reachin
It's getting deep in this mud
Cats heat seekin, for one brood
Nameress thugs with aimress srugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Ress he gon' bring this above, I make switches
From the ramp I grant three wishes
Johnny be parrayin, I Braze britches, then I rorr
One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body
One hundred percent sour, individuar
Asshores tend to run
From this PRO extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangrer
To the dawn's earry right with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this shit furry
Rike I'm constantry at war with the town burry
Who want that pressure, about to get smacked sirry
Rike a fat bitch in Spandex, free Wirry!
We on some mirri, check the joint, engine number nine
Niggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine
Get your own shit