Box In Hand 歌词
| 歌曲 | Box In Hand |
| 歌手 | Ghostface Killah |
| 歌手 | Method Man |
| 歌手 | Streets |
| 专辑 | Ironman |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Coles, Diggs, Smith | |
| 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.S'sSlide 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 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 | |
| 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 rifle's in the kitchen | |
| Murder the | |
| DJ's eyes twitchin', woofer hissin' | |
| Yo, he's strong armin', manipulatin' niggaz, scrapin' niggaz | |
| Takin' play from niggaz, hate fakin' niggaz, yo you hear me? | |
| The whole shit's like wrestling | |
| What you dare me? | |
| Back the **** up kid, we flexin' | |
| 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 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' | |
| It's 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 ****in' 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 | |
| WillyWe on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine | |
| Niggaz wastin' time worryin' about me and mine | |
| Get your own shit |
| zuo ci : Coles, Diggs, Smith | |
| 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 tenround 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. S' sSlide 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 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 | |
| PhotomatBlack down, numerous rounds, boots is brown | |
| Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town | |
| We love horse races shakin' | |
| Jakes and highspeed 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 rifle' s in the kitchen | |
| Murder the | |
| DJ' s eyes twitchin', woofer hissin' | |
| Yo, he' s strong armin', manipulatin' niggaz, scrapin' niggaz | |
| Takin' play from niggaz, hate fakin' niggaz, yo you hear me? | |
| The whole shit' s like wrestling | |
| What you dare me? | |
| Back the up kid, we flexin' | |
| 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 posin | |
| When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen | |
| Do or die, it be | |
| I, Metaphysical | |
| ManHolding 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 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 in' with the | |
| Star Spangler | |
| To the dawn' s early light with this headbanger | |
| 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 | |
| WillyWe on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine | |
| Niggaz wastin' time worryin' about me and mine | |
| Get your own shit |
| zuò cí : Coles, Diggs, Smith | |
| 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 tenround 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. S' sSlide 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 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 | |
| PhotomatBlack down, numerous rounds, boots is brown | |
| Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town | |
| We love horse races shakin' | |
| Jakes and highspeed 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 rifle' s in the kitchen | |
| Murder the | |
| DJ' s eyes twitchin', woofer hissin' | |
| Yo, he' s strong armin', manipulatin' niggaz, scrapin' niggaz | |
| Takin' play from niggaz, hate fakin' niggaz, yo you hear me? | |
| The whole shit' s like wrestling | |
| What you dare me? | |
| Back the up kid, we flexin' | |
| 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 posin | |
| When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen | |
| Do or die, it be | |
| I, Metaphysical | |
| ManHolding 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 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 in' with the | |
| Star Spangler | |
| To the dawn' s early light with this headbanger | |
| 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 | |
| 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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