- Ghostface Killah Box In Hand 歌詞
- Ghostface Killah
- Wu Tang will survive, no no, you no now
Wu Tang will survive cause everytime they flip a party
You know the party screams and shouts
Cause you, damn aw,
TC that was the bomb
Get all my peoples, get all my peoples headphones
All of em and 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
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 niggaz up in
PolandRollin wax style museum,
G emThem richest niggaz bless this like
Russian cut
V.V.SsSlide the hatchback, black were finessing this
Them niggaz over there know,
Gazelle goggles
And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin bottles
Scenario rap, rap imperial material
Murderin cats is like that real
Yo come do me somethin word to
Michelob peep the
Land RovSleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove
Its like space kid, the whole world is pitch black,
Granola Rap
Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in
PhotomatBlack down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town
We love horse races shakin
Jakes and high-speed chases
Porno stations, drinkin violations,
God relations90 minute
Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks
Bangin earaches, lay my verse down in two takes
The speaker pops, the
Winchester rifles in the kitchen
Murder the
DJs eyes twitchin, woofer hissin
Yo, hes strong armin, manipulatin niggaz, scrapin niggaz
Takin play from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me?
The whole shits like wrestling
What you dare me?
Back the fuck up kid, we flexin
This rap shit bust yo gums, and leave you stunned
Pull your plug, now you cant function
Theres no total or sum to this equation, you frozen
Many may come but few are chosen
Pretty niggaz want to play the war po- sin
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen
Do or die, it be
I, Meta-physical
ManHolding court from my
Wu, indivisible clan
I see your thoughts and your hand reachin
Its getting deep in this mud, cats heat seekin, for one blood
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches
Less he gon bring this above ,
I make switches
From the lamp
I grant three wishes
Johnny be parlayin,
I Blaze britches, then
I rollOne 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 fuckin with the
Star Spangler
To the dawns early light with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this shit fully
Like Im constantly at war with the town bully
Who want that pressure, about to get smackedsilly
Like a fat bitch in
Spandex, Free
WillyWe on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine
Niggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine
Get your own shit
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