Box In Hand

Wu Tang will survive, no no, you know now

Wu Tang will survive

'Cause every time they flip a party

You know the party screams and shouts

'Cause you're - damn, ah, TC that was the bomb

Blend wine, who want to win mine

Shorty get a ten round for floating

With the richest, huh, flexed out, Flinstone style

Your criminal pen pal kidnapped

Loud, jetted the mosying posing for them **** up in Poland

Rolling wax style museum, G em

Them richest **** bless this like Russian cut V-V-S's

Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this

Them **** over there know, Gaselle goggles

And them Lottos, 88 styles, throwing bottles

Scenario rap, rap imperial, material

Murdering cats is like that real

Yo come do me something 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 down

Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town

We love horse races, shaking Jakes and high speed chases

Porno stations, drinking, violations, God relations

90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks

Banging earches, lay my verse down in two takes

The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen

Murder the DJ's eyes twitching woofer hissing

Yo he's strong arming, manipulating ****, scraping ****

Taking play from ****, hate faking ****, yo you hear me

The whole shit's like wrestling

What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexing

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 fro-zen

Many may come but few are chosen

Pretty **** wanna play the war posing

When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen

Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man

Holding court from my Wu, indivisible clan

I see your thoughts and your hand reaching

It's getting deep in this mud

Cats heat seeking for one blood

Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shooting at these stank bitches

Less he gone bring this above, I make switches

From the lamp I grant three wishes

Johnny be parlaying, I blaze bitches, 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 fucking 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 Willy

We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine

**** wasting time, worrying 'bout me and mine

Get your own shit