R.A.G.U. (Album Version|Explicit)-Ghostface Killah/Raekwon

Holllllllld it Now you get out of here I'm warning you You bastards can't push us around wanna fight That n***a's twisted Stop playin with that clip man Close them f**kin blinds too man Y'knahmsayin Yo don my man Get out of the stove man Get away from the stove n***a Stop playin man The f**k is you talkin 'bout I'm in the crib watchin Larry king Live The new Guccis on Refridgerator Smokin some kush This n***a'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 of the coors Yeah my son Soon to be 3 Tried to fill his bottle then run Then I got a collect call Heard n***az down the block is fightin Some n***a got knifed up brawlin Heard the kid was 19 Lil' infinity too His father worked up at the dealer he loved Wu they tried him for his Louis' Son wasn't havin it though Yeah Yeah my n***a The color of glue Decided on a intervene Guess who tried to wild on me my n***a 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 F**ked up my writing hand That's my check Now I wanna kill this lil' n***a true Who He ain't related to me Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated Stealin my gear 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 d**nit s**t I put one in my balls What the f**k y'all lookin at me for Call the police Do somethin motherf**kers 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 puke F**k 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