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Ghostface Killah - R.A.G.U. lyrics
(feat. Raekwon) [Intro] Holllllllld it! Now you get out of here, I'm warning you (You bastards can't push us around - wanna fight?) I'll take you on [Raekwon] That nigga's twisted Stop playin with that clip man Close them fuckin blinds too man, y'knahmsayin? Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man Get away from the stove nigga Stop playin man, the fuck is you talkin 'bout? I'm in the crib watchin Larry King Live, the new Guccis on Refridgerator, smokin some kush, this nigga's a lighter Swisher, becomin a roach, go get the glass ashtray Pour the glass of Crut, tap the bottle then toast Barrie took a sip for the cause, yeah my son Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run Then I got a collect call, heard niggaz down the block is fightin Some nigga got, knifed up brawlin Heard the kid was 19, Lil' Infinity too His father worked up at the dealer he loved boo They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't havin it though Yeah, yeah my nigga, the color of glue Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my nigga This is like out of the blue I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain Proceded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed Fucked up my writing hand, that's my check Now I wanna kill this lil' nigga true Only thing that stop my gun flamin cause he related to you [Ghostface] Who? He ain't related to me Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated, stealin my gear If my lil' homey, yo he eat anything for me Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me Come home and still blow cats for me Pump crack, stabbin all them hoodrat shorties A live gunslinger well known, born to dance When the heat is on, Stapleton days, shoot hisself in the groin The gun went off, it looked like a flick When he fell to the floor, holdin his nuts, screamin "God damnit Shit I put one in my balls, what the fuck y'all lookin at me for? Call the police, do somethin Motherfuckers standin around, watch when I get better All hell's gonna be terror Death to you, you," he pointed at Red I said chill that's fam duke He put real work in that make you cute, fuck that But anyway son indeed, he stole two Polo rugbies Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't take it Yo Lord I knocked out his teeth Now he's rockin those false joints like everything's peace |
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