Raekwon - Sonny's Missing lyrics

"Then who will beat him?"
"I don't know you know I can't reveal
That sort of thing to you"
"Well, I haven't got my money yet"

Head splash, caught him
(Eight million stories or something)
Yeah, eight million stories, nigga
(Yo yo yo, yo) word up
From them hard streets of Norfolk
(Stop fucking around, man)
Motherfucker, to New York
All over the world, nigga we win
All day, every day, nigga
(Put that shit away, nigga)
You bitch-ass nigga, watch what happens
Check the shit, yo, ayo, ayo
(Get on it man, for real)

They found his head splashed
Caught him by the side of the building
He had a mask on, four-five
"Why did you kill him?"
It was supposed to happen
Clicked the shit back "Yo, this is the deal
You get on the floor and lay in the grass"
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush
"I see you out here, your name's real
Can't let you get touched"
He had a team, Japanese fiend
All of them greened down
Cheeba lit, blood on his Adidas was thick
One second homie, walked over
Weapon was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him"
Grabbed the nigga head, broke his Roley
(Damn, nigga) "Where the blow shorty?"
Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggas is puss"
"Yo, Lex, these niggas, ain't vets
They gush" ("Fuck that!")
Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone
Broken teeth had a hole in his 'Lo shirt
And took all his weed ("Gimme that!")
Untied him, he fell, legs weak
And son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son start falling asleep
They woke him back up, smacked
Him with the Mac, "Where ya slut?"
"I heard you copped a new Beamer
And them glasses is rough"
They was the Furla joints, eighteen karats
Bought 'em right in Brazil
He had the steel on him, niggas went savage
They had him spread out, T position
Opened his jeans up
("Oh shit, this nigga had a gun on him!")
Shot him in the leg-bone
He rose up like Kung Tut ("Ahh!")
Still riffing
This why for real my niggas'll still get it
All of us yelling, "He ill wit it"
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on
Them shit's was nine hundred
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoodie was gone
They broke his neck in like five places
Pushed him down the rail and
Then skinned his face

Yo, chill, nigga, chill police, police
The bullhorn

Ayo, son, niggas better start
Flushing the fucking toilet
Man better stop leaving
Ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around
Man you, man! Stop it, man!
Yo, son, ayo, they just
Fucking killed this nigga, my nigga!
Hit this nigga in the back
Of his fucking head, man
The nigga whole fucking head disintegrated
Nigga it's a hundred police
Outside right now, man they
Running through the building, man
Yo, listen, B ayo! Y'all niggas
Gotta shut the fuck up, man then
You wonder why niggas be getting busted?
Man, y'all niggas is yelling, man
We in the back cooking, B come
On, man what the fuck? Langston
Go to the store i'm stilling
Waiting for the baking soda, man