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GHOSTFACE KILLAH lyrics : "R.A.G.U."

(feat. Raekwon)

[Intro]

Holllllllld it!
Now you get out of here, I'm warning you
(You [email protected]$(s can't push us around - wanna fight?)

I'll take you on

[Raekwon]

That ^!$$%'s twisted
Stop playin with that clip man
Close them $#[email protected] blinds too man, y'knahmsayin?

Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man
Get away from the stove ^!$$%
Stop playin man, the $#[email protected] is you talkin 'bout?


I'm in the crib watchin Larry King Live, the new Guccis on
Refridgerator, smokin some kush, this ^!$$%'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 ^!$$%z down the block is fightin
Some ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%, the color of glue
Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my ^!$$%
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

$#[email protected] up my writing hand, that's my check
Now I wanna kill this lil' ^!$$% 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

%#@! I put one in my balls, what the $#[email protected] y'all lookin at me for?
Call the police, do somethin
Mother$#[email protected] 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, $#[email protected] 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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