Ghostface Killah - Box In Hand Lyrics
Verse one: ghostface killahIt's how this flava cropsNo doubtThe beer champYeah, curly head kidYo, yo, yoFrom gators to blazers, low fades and razorsThe big dick saloon i contact the oneThe black asianWhich location keeps circulatingI want the twin power after day shit on his masonA god steam represent the gummy with the greenWho walk fiend stand up on your block and burn a beanSir valentine looking at that shit by behindThe thing thats *****ed up appeal us that's wineThey turn around take my last pull off the lThese niggas on the block keep looking at me wellBut they want the jewel it ain't hard to tellI recognized his face he had kani then fellBut ***** him, i went to check low for chopOn a ball gone the size like faith up topNow it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frameMy dialogue's rebellious raid and razor fameGlass out a red light, see killah get on a ninja bikeShow my love to the god he peeled out and made a right**sound of speeding motorcycle**Chorus:When you walking down the street with your - box in your handAnd you bringing the music of the - wu-tang clanAnd you get high and bent on your - radio rappingYour feet start the dancing and your - hands start the clappingVerse two: streetStreet's running through your dancehall gunningLike lee harvey oswald stunning slapping mc's with summonsFor pumping - that watered down substanceBeef there's slugs finger creepingMaking moves like crying freemanPrince of thieves, earth earth seedHeavyweight like golden fleeces homicides stroll the streetIf luther preached it, look at the thugs holding heatIn the city beef got me plotting trilogyTo the smoke enemies sneak attacks i'm beyond and above thatSeen that done that, respect blackI catch a slug to your hardhatLounging in the everglades, surfing the airwaveCatch a buck fifty where the razorblades swiftlyShaolin cats be shiesty, strictlyDrunk off the irish whiskeyChorusVerse three: method manRest your headpiece on this one sunCough up a lungSleeping on my murderous type ones i get you doneI'm looking at these cuthroat kids and how they liveIt's like we was partners in spades and you renegeCan't ***** with no nigga like that he get me jackOr sent back meaning whole life ain't the *****I'm looking in the half of right and roll tightFool me once but can't fool me twice, i'm 25To life on this mic device ain't nothing niceA mixture of long wild rice and no spiceInflicted, rap addicted, track i stick it, flip itDaddy long dick-ed, slideA little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitchesYou thought weak but meant wickedNiggas choke off my second hand smoke liftedEveryday is like my birthday i'm mad gifted, dead calmHit me with the eighteen bronze, buddah palmAbout to blow like napalm, before your armPrepare for the warfare, or buy a shareOh what the ***** we dealing with, yeahJohnny about to go thereNeed another yearBust a shot for my sons that didn't make it hereChorus
