Sonny’s Missing lyrics

by

Pete Rock


[The Killer sample]
"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"

[Intro: Raekwon]
Head splash, caught him...
(Eight million stories or something)
Yeah, eight million stories, n*gga
(Yo yo yo, yo)
Word up
From them hard streets of Norfolk (Stop f*cking around, man)
Motherf*cker, to New York
All over the world, n*gga
We win
All day, every day, n*gga (Put that sh*t away, n*gga)
You b*tch-ass n*gga, watch what happens
Check the sh*t, yo, ayo, ayo (Get on it man, for real)

[Verse: Raekwon]
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 sh*t 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 n*gga head, broke his Roley (Damn, n*gga)
"Where the blow shorty?"
Shorty start smiling, "Y'all n*ggas is puss"
"Yo, Lex, these n*ggas, ain't vets, they gush" ("f*ck 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 sl*t?"
"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, n*ggas went savage
They had him spread out, T position, opened his jeans up
("Oh sh*t, this n*gga 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 n*ggas'll still get it
All of us yelling, "He ill wit it"
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on
Them sh*ts 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
[Outro: Raekwon]
Yo, chill, n*gga, chill
Police, police
The bullhorn...
*sirens wailing*

[Skit: Raekwon (all voices)]
—Ayo, son, n*ggas better start flushing the f*cking toilet, man. Better stop leaving ya dirty f*cking Fila hoodies around, man. You, man! Stop it, man!
—Yo, son, ayo, they just f*cking killed this n*gga, my n*gga! Hit this n*gga in the back of his f*cking head, man. The n*gga whole f*cking head disintegrated, n*gga. It's a hundred police outside right now, man. They running through the building, man
—Yo, listen, B. Ayo! Y'all n*ggas gotta shut the f*ck up, man. Then you wonder why n*ggas be getting busted? Man, y'all n*ggas is yelling, man. We in the back cooking, B. Come on, man.. What the f*ck? Langston, go to the store. I'm stilling waiting for the baking soda, man
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