Ghostface Killah - Hilton Lyrics
f/ Raekwon* send corrections to the typist(Raekwon)This Nigga just bought eleven machine gunsAnd he brought them in my crib(Ghostface Killah)Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the HiltonHeard Nia Long is in the buildingPenthouse fashion, ordered out room serviceIt looked bugged cause the waiter looked nervousLift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kidWhat I do, duck!Rae up in the shower singingSon don't know that it's realComing looking like he about peel somethingIn a tight jam, red down, matching like santaIf I could just reach my hammerHe bust two shots, I played miceRan to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the iceThat's when Rae ran out of the backTowel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap(Raekwon)Yo, what the ***** happened?(Ghostface Killah)It was a set up to get wet up(Raekwon)Starks your bleeding(Ghostface Killah)Nah, his blood *****ed my white leather upTen G's down the drainYo hurry up, we got to get him upGet the sheets son, let's fix him upLock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch(Raekwon)Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my ices(Ghostface Killah)The hit came quickHit the jack, star sixGhost(Raekwon and Ghostface Killah)Put down the phone stupidWipe off your prints(Ghostface Killah)Rae ran hystericallySlipped on soapLanded on his back, with his gat, now that's dopeWe got three minutes, nobody seen shitSomebody might have heard shitSinging on some Martin, were my momma bird shit***** your socks, that's when we heard the door knockEverything all right? Partying son, balloons poppedThrew this dude under the bedA half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamondsHad money in juice up on his wedding dayThe phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me,What you want sweaty, lima beans and kidneyTrashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reeferThrow a Costa, peep oh son the house keeperSoap suds dripping from his nuts, cut up gutPraying how me make it out the telly and touch(Chorus - Ghostface Killah)***** it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in BermudaWe laptop niggas, thugs in a computerCaught up in the grimy shitFinding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shitIt was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in BermudaWe laptop niggas, thugs in a computerA Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in BermudaWe laptop niggas, thugs in a computer(Raekwon)Ayo, the pressures on, sonny got murkIts time to move fastAyo, Deini it's on, check out the news flashFlew out the next day, back to the Tony estatesBlew on the first class flight to L.A.It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the hornSo were it came from?That nigga we stuck and took the caine fromWe should have killed him when we had himYo I was holding a MagnumYeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagonHis bad little brown ho, from out ChicagoShe move his cargo, good at handling RoscoesWe had our eyes closed God, we should have seen it comingHe should have seen me coming, running out the shower gunningNow that I figured it, she put the waiter onIt all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite songDawned on me later onBy then the day was goneHow dare this nigga even think that he could take us onSmoke the Cee AllahSent the kite through the PensHim and big DanKnown to split wigs, with razor sharp gemsGiants from Attica riotsHalls is quietCO's with babies on their arms look tightAnd this nigga from down state got shipped up northStocky young fella, running his lips on how he set it offThen heard that shit, plus got that kiteMoney got murdered in his bunk that night(Chorus)
