Raekwon - Die Tonight lyrics

(Intro) Yeah, yeah! What up, son? Oh, word? You f**in’ with her, right? Uh, that b**h is crazy, B She do anything, n***a That b**h eat cookies in the bed and all that sh**, man Be careful, man – word up, man Aight? Hold it down, hold it down, one (Verse 1) So when it’s over, we demandin’ our weapons Stop, co*k, shoot – now I’m in the Ghost of perfections Smooth Willie chillin’ with his Spartans Park in front of your b**h, squeeze her tits, move aside, pardon sponsored links Paid n***as don’t talk, just straight to the bar Buy the whole sh** out, then light up a bark Colorful kings, wardrobes is different from yours You don’t want no beef, better take it to Moe’s Put the drink on the side and said “what?” My mans with the turban on mouth froze, y’all n***as is f**ed He was my son out of Gun Hill, I know him through Tek If it’s the last thing we do we gon’ get at his neck Bartender give me the check, keep him right here, I’ll be back Now everybody knowin’ I’m connected Hopped in the Seven, left 57 on my wools This is personal… n***as don’t fret (Hook) One more man gon’ die tonight One more hand gon’ rob tonight If it’s a M on the table I’m down Yo, don’t be yappin’ off at the mouth When n***as don’t see through the round One more man gon’ die tonight One more hand gon’ rob tonight If it’s a M on the table I’m down Yo, don’t be yappin’ off at the mouth When n***as don’t see through the round (Verse 2) Eatin’ Kentucky Fired, lucky guy, him and his kid From the first bite a bullet would’ve flew through his wig Beast move, chill, wait for the kids Older n***a not that stupid – I see the gun on his rib f**in’ catch him by the crib, yo, he live with his whiz She the bow-legged stripper b**h we fingered and lived For a buck she will guzzle your kids And let you kick it to him, pour a Heineken up in this sh** This wack-a** n***a frontin’, he actin’ all b**h Behind the walls, n***as pissed on him, gave him the biz Just a tough guy frontin’ ‘cause he famous and sh** Back in ’89, baby crimes, rapin’ some sh** We should’ve k**ed him then… He dusted, look at his piff I should’ve milked him right there and then f** it, son - yo, guzzle the gin Let’s make the movie occur, then blow up in the spur, yellin’ “win” (Hook) One more man gon’ die tonight One more hand gon’ rob tonight If it’s a M on the table I’m down Yo, don’t be yappin’ off at the mouth When n***as don’t see through the round One more man gon’ die tonight One more hand gon’ rob tonight If it’s a M on the table I’m down Yo, don’t be yappin’ off at the mouth When n***as don’t see through the round