Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song R.A.G.U. , by - Ghostface Killah. Song from the album GhostDeini The Great, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопR.A.G.U. |
| 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 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 |
| 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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