Raekwon Sonny's Missing Lyrics

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And who wants me dead?
(I don't know. You know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you.)
I haven't got my money yet.
[Head splash caught. 8 million stories, *****, word up
From the hard streets of Norfolk, mutha****a, to New York
All over the world, *****
We win
All day every day, *****
You *****-*** *****, watch what happen
Check the ****, yo
Ayo, ayo

They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the buildin'
He had a mask on, 4-5, 'Why did you kill him?'
It was supposed to happen, click the **** back (clack, clack clack)
Here's the deal, you get on the floor, lay in the grassâ
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush
I see you out here, your name's real, can't letchu get touched
He had a team, Japanese fiends, all of 'em creamed down
Cheeba lit, blood on his Adidas was thick (oh, ****)
One second homie, walked over, weapon was bony
Long-nosed joint, hold him
Grabbed the ***** head, broke his Rolly
Where the blow, shorty?
Shorty start smilin', y'all *****s is puss
Yo Lex, these *****s ain't vets, they gush
Chunk of meat flew off his cheekbone, broken teeth
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed
Untied him he fell legs weak and son wouldn't tell, now it gets deep
Son start fallin' asleep, they woke him back up
Smacked him wit the Mac, where your slut?
I heard you copped a new Beamer and them glasses is rough (where your *****, man?)
They was the ferla joints, 18 karats, bought 'em right in Brazil
He had to steal on him, *****s went savage
The hat him spread out, T-position, opened his jeans up
Shot him in the leg bone, he rose up like King Tut
Still riffin', this wop for real? My *****s still get it
All of us yellin' he ill wit it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them shits was 900
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoodie was gone, they broke his neck in like 5 places
Pushed him down the railin' and skinned his face

Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, chill, chill
Police, police, *****
Move, move
Yo son
Yo they just ****in' killed this *****, my *****
(Overlapping: Stop leavin' them dirty ****in' Filas around man)
You, man, stop it, man
(They just this ***** in the back of his ****ing head, man)
****in' head disintegrated, my *****
There's a hundred police inside right now, man
(Yo! Listen! Ayo!)
They runnin' through the building, man
(Y'all *****s gotta shut the **** up, man
Then you wonder why *****s be getting' busted
Man, ya *****s is yellin', man
We in the back cookin', B, c'mon, man
The ****, Langston, go to the store
I'm still waitin' for that baking soda, man)

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