Die Tonight Lyrics - Lost Jewlry - Raekwon

Yeah, yeah! 

What up, son? 

Oh, word? 

You fuckin' with her, right? 

Uh, that bitch is crazy, B 

She do anything, nigga 

That bitch eat cookies in the bed and all that shit, man 

Be careful, man - word up, man 

Aight? 

Hold it down, hold it down, one 

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So when it's over, we demandin' our weapons 

Stop, cock, shoot - now I'm in the Ghost of perfections 

Smooth Willie chillin' with his Spartans 

Park in front of your bitch, squeeze her tits, move aside, pardon 

Paid niggas don't talk, just straight to the bar 

Buy the whole shit out, then light up a bark 

Colorful kings, wardrobes is different from yours 

You don't want no beef, better take it to Moe's 

Put the drink on the side and said "what?" 

My mans with the turban on mouth froze, y'all niggas is fucked 

He was my son out of Gun Hill, I know him through Tek 

If it's the last thing we do we gon' get at his neck 

Bartender give me the check, keep him right here, I'll be back 

Now everybody knowin' I'm connected 

Hopped in the Seven, left 57 on my wools 

This is personal... niggas don't fret 

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One more man gon' die tonight 

One more hand gon' rob tonight 

If it's a M on the table I'm down 

Yo, don't be yappin' off at the mouth 

When niggas don't see through the round 

One more man gon' die tonight 

One more hand gon' rob tonight 

If it's a M on the table I'm down 

Yo, don't be yappin' off at the mouth 

When niggas don't see through the round 

Eatin' Kentucky Fired, lucky guy, him and his kid 

From the first bite a bullet would've flew through his wig 

Beast move, chill, wait for the kids 

Older nigga not that stupid - I see the gun on his rib 

Fuckin' catch him by the crib, yo, he live with his whiz 

She the bow-legged stripper bitch we fingered and lived 

For a buck she will guzzle your kids 

And let you kick it to him, pour a Heineken up in this shit 

This wack-ass nigga frontin', he actin' all bitch 

Behind the walls, niggas pissed on him, gave him the biz 

Just a tough guy frontin' 'cause he famous and shit 

Back in '89, baby crimes, rapin' some shit 

We should've killed him then... 

He dusted, look at his piff 

I should've milked him right there and then 

Fuck it, son - yo, guzzle the gin 

Let's make the movie occur, then blow up in the spur, yellin' "win" 

One more man gon' die tonight 

One more hand gon' rob tonight 

If it's a M on the table I'm down 

Yo, don't be yappin' off at the mouth 

When niggas don't see through the round 

One more man gon' die tonight 

One more hand gon' rob tonight 

If it's a M on the table I'm down 

Yo, don't be yappin' off at the mouth 

When niggas don't see through the round