Ghostface Killah, Raekwon - The Hilton lyrics

This nigga just bought eleven machine guns
And he brought them in my crib

Glittered out, stout face, tec
Rae up in the Hilton
Heard Nia Long is in the building
Penthouse fashion, ordered out room service
It looked bugged cause the
Waiter looked nervous
Lift off the lid, seen two shiny 38's
Aimed at the kid, what I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot where the sun was at
Quickly he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his
Arms, spint duke around, fell on my lap
Yo, what the fuck happened?
It was a set up to get wet up
Starks you're bleeding
Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up
Ten G's down the drain
Yo hurry up, we got to get him up
Get the sheets son, let's fix him up
Lock the door, turn the TV off
Your kicks is near the light switch
Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt
Find my ices
The hit came quick, hit the jack
Star six Ghost put down the phone stupid
Wipe off your prints
Rae ran hysterically, slipped on soap
Landed on his back with his gat
Now that's dope
We got three minutes, nobody seen shit
Somebody might have heard shit
Singing on some Martin
Where my momma bird shit fuck your socks
That's when we heard the door knock
Everything all right? Party here, sir
Balloons popped
Threw this dude under the bed
A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds
Had money in juice up on his wedding day
The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew
Wifey hitting me
What you want sweetie, lima beans and kidney
Trashed the beeper
Slowly I reached for the reefer
Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house keeper
Soap suds dripping from his nuts, cut up gut
Praying how me make it
Out the telly untouched fuck it
A Wesley Snipes movement on
A Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
Caught up in the grimy shit
Finding two days later a murder and we
Got to make this flight shit
It was a Wesley Snipes movement
On a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
A Wesley Snipes movement on
A Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer

Ayo, the pressures on, sonny got murk
It's time to move fast
Ayo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash
Flew out the next day
Back to the Tony estates
Blew on the first class flight to LA
It ain't take long
I pulled a few strings on the horn
So where it came from? That nigga we
Stuck and took the caine from
We should have killed him when we had him
Yo I was holding a Magnum
Yeah we bagged him
But we let him slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoe's
We had our eyes closed, God
We should have seen it coming
He should have seen me coming
Running out the showers gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind
Just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day was gone
How dare this nigga even think that
He could take us on smoke the Cee Allah
Sent the kite through the Pens
Him and Big Dan, known to split wigs
With razor sharp gems
Giants from Attica riots, Halls is quiet
CO's with babies on their arms look tight
And this nigga from down state
Got shipped up north stocky young fella
Running his jibs on how he set it off
Then heard that shit, plus got that kite
Money got murdered in his bunk that night
Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on
A Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
Caught up in the grimy shit
Finding two days later a murder and we
Got to make this flight shit
It was a Wesley Snipes movement
On a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
A Wesley Snipes movement on
A Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer