The Hilton Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

This nigga just bought eleven machine guns 

And he brought them in my crib 

Glittered out, stout face, teck, 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 thirty-eights 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 

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He bust two shots, I played mice 

Ran to the spot were 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, spit duke around, fell on my lap 

Yo, what the fuck happened? 

It was a set up to get wet up 

Starks your 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 

Photos 

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, were my momma bird shit 

Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock 

Everything all right? Partying son, 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 sweaty, 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 and touch 

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 L.A. 

It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn 

So were 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 Roscoes 

We had our eyes closed God, we should have seen it coming 

He should have seen me coming, running out the shower 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 lips 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