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ghostface killah – r.a.g.u. lyrics

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hold it
now you get out of here, i’m warning you
you b-st-rds can’t push us around, wanna fight?
i’ll take you on

that n-gg-‘s twisted, stop playin’ with that clip man
close them f-ckin’ blinds too man, y’knahmsayin’?
yo, don my, man, get out of the stove, man
get away from the stove, n-gg-
stop playin’ man, the f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout?

i’m in the crib watchin’ larry king live
the new guccis on refrigerator, smokin’ some kush
this n-gg-‘s a lighter swisher, becomin’ a roach
go get the gl-ss ashtray, pour the gl-ss of crut
tap the bottle then toast

barrie took a sip for the cause, yeah my son
soon to be three, tried to fill his bottle then run
then i got a collect call, heard n-gg-z down the block is fightin’
some n-gg- got, knifed up brawlin’

heard the kid was nineteen, 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 n-gg-, the color of glue

decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my n-gg-
this is like out of the blue
i’m in the range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain
proceeded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap

think i broke my wrist, now i’m at the hospital vexed
f-cked up my writing hand, that’s my check
now i wanna kill this lil’ n-gg- true
only thing that stop my gun flamin’ ’cause he related to you

who? he ain’t related to me
just that i knew him for like eighteen 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 himself in the groin’
the gun went off, it looked like a flick
when he fell to the floor, holdin’ his nuts
screamin’ “god d-mnit, sh-t i put one in my b-lls”

what the f-ck y’all lookin’ at me for?
call the police, do somethin’
motherf-ckers standin’ around, watch when i get better
all h-ll’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, f-ck 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

- ghostface killah lyrics

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