Sonny's Missing Lyrics
| Song | Sonny's Missing |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built For Cuban Linx 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Phillips, Woods | |
| 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) | |
| Eight million stories, nigga | |
| Word up, from the hard streets of | |
| NorfolkMotherfucker to | |
| New York, all over the world, nigga | |
| We win, all day everyday, nigga (Son is missing right now, man) | |
| Ya bitch-ass nigga, watch what happens (Get on it man, for real) | |
| Check the shit, yo, aiyo, aiyo... | |
| 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 | |
| Chiba lit, blood on his | |
| Adidas was thick | |
| One second homey, walked over, weapon was boney | |
| Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his | |
| RoleyWhere the blow shorty? | |
| Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss" | |
| Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain't vets, they gush | |
| Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat | |
| 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 falling asleep | |
| They woke him back up, smacked him with the | |
| Mac, "Where ya slut? " | |
| I heard you copped a new | |
| Beemer and them glasses is rough | |
| They was the | |
| Furla joints, eighteen karets, bought 'em right in | |
| BrazilHe had the steal on ' | |
| I'm, niggaz went savage, they had him spread out | |
| T position, opened his jeans up | |
| Shot him in the leg bone, he rose up like | |
| Kung TutStill riffing, this why for real my niggaz'll still get it | |
| All of us yelling, he | |
| I'll with it | |
| Mouth bloody, muddy | |
| Gucci joints on, them shits was nine hundred | |
| Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons wanted it | |
| Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like five places | |
| Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his face | |
| Yo, chill, nigga, chill | |
| Police, police, the bullhorn...(Aiyo, son, niggaz better start flushing the fucking toilet, man) | |
| They just fucking killed this nigga, my nigga(Better stop leaving ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man) | |
| Hit this nigga in the back of his fucking head | |
| You, man? (Yo, man, the nigga whole fucking head desintegrated, nigga)(There's a hundred police outside) | |
| Listen, B, aiyo... | |
| They running through the building, man(Y'all niggaz gotta shut the fuck up, man)(Then you wonder why niggaz be getting busted?Man, y'all niggaz is yelling, manWe in the back cooking, B, come on, manWhat the fuck? Langston, go to the storeI'm stilling waiting for the baking soda) |
| zuo qu : Phillips, Woods | |
| 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 | |
| Eight million stories, nigga | |
| Word up, from the hard streets of | |
| NorfolkMotherfucker to | |
| New York, all over the world, nigga | |
| We win, all day everyday, nigga Son is missing right now, man | |
| Ya bitchass nigga, watch what happens Get on it man, for real | |
| Check the shit, yo, aiyo, aiyo... | |
| They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the building | |
| He had a mask on, fourfive 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 | |
| Chiba lit, blood on his | |
| Adidas was thick | |
| One second homey, walked over, weapon was boney | |
| Long nose joint, " Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his | |
| RoleyWhere the blow shorty? | |
| Shorty start smiling, " Y' all niggaz is puss" | |
| Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain' t vets, they gush | |
| Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat | |
| 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 falling asleep | |
| They woke him back up, smacked him with the | |
| Mac, " Where ya slut? " | |
| I heard you copped a new | |
| Beemer and them glasses is rough | |
| They was the | |
| Furla joints, eighteen karets, bought ' em right in | |
| BrazilHe had the steal on ' | |
| I' m, niggaz went savage, they had him spread out | |
| T position, opened his jeans up | |
| Shot him in the leg bone, he rose up like | |
| Kung TutStill riffing, this why for real my niggaz' ll still get it | |
| All of us yelling, he | |
| I' ll with it | |
| Mouth bloody, muddy | |
| Gucci joints on, them shits was nine hundred | |
| Couldn' t wait to kill him, his sons wanted it | |
| Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like five places | |
| Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his face | |
| Yo, chill, nigga, chill | |
| Police, police, the bullhorn... Aiyo, son, niggaz better start flushing the fucking toilet, man | |
| They just fucking killed this nigga, my nigga Better stop leaving ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man | |
| Hit this nigga in the back of his fucking head | |
| You, man? Yo, man, the nigga whole fucking head desintegrated, nigga There' s a hundred police outside | |
| Listen, B, aiyo... | |
| They running through the building, man Y' all niggaz gotta shut the fuck up, man Then you wonder why niggaz be getting busted? Man, y' all niggaz is yelling, manWe in the back cooking, B, come on, manWhat the fuck? Langston, go to the storeI' m stilling waiting for the baking soda |
| zuò qǔ : Phillips, Woods | |
| 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 | |
| Eight million stories, nigga | |
| Word up, from the hard streets of | |
| NorfolkMotherfucker to | |
| New York, all over the world, nigga | |
| We win, all day everyday, nigga Son is missing right now, man | |
| Ya bitchass nigga, watch what happens Get on it man, for real | |
| Check the shit, yo, aiyo, aiyo... | |
| They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the building | |
| He had a mask on, fourfive 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 | |
| Chiba lit, blood on his | |
| Adidas was thick | |
| One second homey, walked over, weapon was boney | |
| Long nose joint, " Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his | |
| RoleyWhere the blow shorty? | |
| Shorty start smiling, " Y' all niggaz is puss" | |
| Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain' t vets, they gush | |
| Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat | |
| 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 falling asleep | |
| They woke him back up, smacked him with the | |
| Mac, " Where ya slut? " | |
| I heard you copped a new | |
| Beemer and them glasses is rough | |
| They was the | |
| Furla joints, eighteen karets, bought ' em right in | |
| BrazilHe had the steal on ' | |
| I' m, niggaz went savage, they had him spread out | |
| T position, opened his jeans up | |
| Shot him in the leg bone, he rose up like | |
| Kung TutStill riffing, this why for real my niggaz' ll still get it | |
| All of us yelling, he | |
| I' ll with it | |
| Mouth bloody, muddy | |
| Gucci joints on, them shits was nine hundred | |
| Couldn' t wait to kill him, his sons wanted it | |
| Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like five places | |
| Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his face | |
| Yo, chill, nigga, chill | |
| Police, police, the bullhorn... Aiyo, son, niggaz better start flushing the fucking toilet, man | |
| They just fucking killed this nigga, my nigga Better stop leaving ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man | |
| Hit this nigga in the back of his fucking head | |
| You, man? Yo, man, the nigga whole fucking head desintegrated, nigga There' s a hundred police outside | |
| Listen, B, aiyo... | |
| They running through the building, man Y' all niggaz gotta shut the fuck up, man Then you wonder why niggaz be getting busted? Man, y' all niggaz is yelling, manWe in the back cooking, B, come on, manWhat the fuck? Langston, go to the storeI' m stilling waiting for the baking soda |
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