box in hand
ghostface killah
cause every time they flip a party
you know the party screams and shouts
tc that was the bomb. get all my peoples
get all my peoples headphones
shorty get a ten-round for floatin
your crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped loud
posin for them niggaz up in poland
them richest niggaz bless this
black were finessing this
them niggaz over there know
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
the whole world is pitch black
dough got smaller famous team
this white bitch from out of town
we love horse races shakin jakes and high-speed chases
lay my verse down in two takes
the winchester rifle's in the kitchen
murder the dj's eyes twitchin
the whole shit's like wrestling
what you dare me? back the fuck up kid
this rap shit bust yo' gums
there's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion
many may come but few are cho-sen
pretty niggaz want to play the war po-sin
they be the first to get their shine stolen
i see your thoughts and your hand reachin
it's getting deep in this mud
nameless thugs with aimless slugs
shootin at these stank bitches
less he gon' bring this above
from the lamp i grant three wishes
from this plo extortion to the one
you fuckin with the star spangler
to the dawn's early light with this head-banger
represent this shit fully
like i'm constantly at war with the town bully
about to get smacked silly
like a fat bitch in spandex
niggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine