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"R.A.G.U." is a track by Ghostface Killah, from the album Fishscale, released 28th March 2006. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Fists of Fury film clip] "Hold it! Now you get out of here, I'm warning you" "You bastards can't push us around – you wanna fight?" "I'll take you on" [Intro: Raekwon] That nigga's twisted Stop playin with that clip, man Close them fuckin' blinds too, man, y'knahmsayin? Yo, Dava, man, get out of the stove, man! Get away from the stove, nigga! Stop playin', man! The fuck is you talkin 'bout? [Verse 1: Raekwon] I'm in the crib, watchin' Larry King Live, the new Guccis on Refrigerator, smoking some kush, this nigga salada Swisher, becoming a roach, go get the glass ashtray Pour the glass of Cru, tap the bottle, then toast Bari 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 niggas down the block is fighting Some nigga got knifed up brawling Heard the kid was 19, little Infiniti too His father worked up at the dealer, he love Wu They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't having it though Yeah, yeah, my nigga, the color of glue Decided I'ma 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 Proceeded 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 little nigga true Only thing stopping my gun flaming, 'cause he related to you [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Who? He ain't related to me! Just that I knew him for like eighteen years Until he violated, stealing my gear My little homie, 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, stabbing all them hoodrat shorties A live gunslinger, well known, born to dance when the heat is on Stapleton days, shot his self in the groin The gun went off, it looked like a flick when he fell to the floor Holding his nuts, screaming, "Goddamnit! Shit, I put one in my balls – what the fuck y'all looking 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'd make you puke," 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 rocking those false joints like everything's peace (Peace... peace...)
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