Raekwon - Sonny's Missing lyrics

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, n***a, word up From the hard streets of Norfolk, muthaf**a, to New York All over the world, n***a We win All day every day, n***a You b**h-a** n***a, watch what happen Check the sh**, 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 k** him?' It was supposed to happen, click the sh** back (clack, clack clack) Here's the deal, you get on the floor, lay in the gra**â 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, sh**) One second homie, walked over, weapon was bony Long-nosed joint, hold him Grabbed the n***a head, broke his Rolly Where the blow, shorty? Shorty start smilin', y'all n***as is puss Yo Lex, these n***as 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 s*ut? I heard you copped a new Beamer and them gla**es is rough (where your b**h, man?) They was the ferla joints, 18 karats, bought 'em right in Brazil He had to steal on him, n***as 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 n***as still get it All of us yellin' he ill wit it Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them sh**s was 900 Couldn't wait to k** 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, n***a Move, move Yo son Yo they just f**in' k**ed this n***a, my n***a (Overlapping: Stop leavin' them dirty f**in' Filas around man) You, man, stop it, man (They just this n***a in the back of his f**ing head, man) f**in' head disintegrated, my n***a There's a hundred police inside right now, man (Yo! Listen! Ayo!) They runnin' through the building, man (Y'all n***as gotta shut the f** up, man Then you wonder why n***as be getting' busted Man, ya n***as is yellin', man We in the back cookin', B, c'mon, man The f**, Langston, go to the store I'm still waitin' for that baking soda, man)