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 TwistedStop Playin With That Clip ManClose Them *****in Blinds Too Man, Y'knahmsayin?Yo Don My Man, Get Out Of The Stove ManGet Away From The Stove NiggaStop Playin Man, The ***** Is You Talkin 'bout?I'm In The Crib Watchin Larry King Live, The New Guccis OnRefridgerator, Smokin Some Kush, This Nigga's A LighterSwisher, Becomin A Roach, Go Get The Glass AshtrayPour The Glass Of Crut, Tap The Bottle Then ToastBarrie Took A Sip For The Cause, Yeah My SonSoon To Be 3, Tried To Fill His Bottle Then RunThen I Got A Collect Call, Heard Niggaz Down The Block Is FightinSome Nigga Got, Knifed Up BrawlinHeard The Kid Was 19, Lil' Infinity TooHis Father Worked Up At The Dealer He Loved BooThey Tried Him For His Louis', Son Wasn't Havin It ThoughYeah, Yeah My Nigga, The Color Of GlueDecided On A Intervene, Guess Who Tried To Wild On Me My NiggaThis Is Like Out Of The BlueI'm In The Range Stretch, Jumped Out, Tucked The ChainProceded To Talk To Him, Then You Heard The Heavy Face SlapThink I Broke My Wrist, Now I'm At The Hospital Vexed*****ed Up My Writing Hand, That's My CheckNow I Wanna Kill This Lil' Nigga TrueOnly Thing That Stop My Gun Flamin Cause He Related To You[ghostface]Who? He Ain't Related To MeJust That I Knew Him For Like 18 Years Until He Violated, Stealin My GearIf My Lil' Homey, Yo He Eat Anything For MeSend Him Uptown, He Get Bagged, Yo He Never Call MeCome Home And Still Blow Cats For MePump Crack, Stabbin All Them Hoodrat ShortiesA Live Gunslinger Well Known, Born To DanceWhen The Heat Is On, Stapleton Days, Shoot Hisself In The GroinThe Gun Went Off, It Looked Like A FlickWhen He Fell To The Floor, Holdin His Nuts, Screamin "god DamnitShit I Put One In My Balls, What The ***** Y'all Lookin At Me For?Call The Police, Do SomethinMother*****ers Standin Around, Watch When I Get BetterAll Hell's Gonna Be TerrorDeath To You, You," He Pointed At RedI Said Chill That's Fam DukeHe Put Real Work In That Make You Cute, ***** ThatBut Anyway Son Indeed, He Stole Two Polo RugbiesSwore To His Dead Mother, I Couldn't Take ItYo Lord I Knocked Out His TeethNow He's Rockin Those False Joints Like Everything's Peace
