โหลดเพลง mp3 R.A.G.U. - Ghostface Killah

R.A.G.U. - Ghostface Killah
Written by：Dennis Coles/Peter Phillips/Corey Woods/Hal David/Burt Bacharach
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
Raekwon
That ni**a's twisted

Stop playin with that clip man
Close them fu*kin blinds too man y'knahmsayin

Yo don my man get out of the stove man
Get away from the stove ni**a

Stop playin man the fu*k is you talkin 'bout

I'm in the crib watchin larry king live the new
Guccis onrefrigerator smokin some kush this ni**a's a lighterswisher becoming
A roach go get the glass ashtraypour the glass of
Cru tap the bottle then toast
Barrie took a sip for the 'cause yeah my sonsoon
To be 3 tried to fill his bottle then run
Then I got a collect call heard niggas down the
Block is fighting
Some ni**a 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 ni**a the color of glue
Decided I'mma intervene guess who tried to wild on me
My ni**a
This is like out of the blue
I'm in the range stretch jumped out tucked the chainproceeded
To talk to him then you heard the heavy face
Slap
Think I broke my wrist now I'm at the hospital
Vexed
Fu*ked up my writing hand that's my check now I wanna
Kill this little ni**a true
Only thing that stop my gun flaming 'cause he related
To you
Who he ain't related to me just that I
Knew him for like 18 years until he violated stealing
My gearif 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 stabbing all them hoodrat shorties
A live gunslinger well known born to dance
When the heat is on stapleton days shot himself in
The groin
The gun went off it looked like a flick
When he fell to the floor holding his nuts screaming
God damnit
Sh*t I put one in my balls what the fu*k
Y'all looking at me for
Call the police do something
Motherfu*kers standing around watch when I get better
All hell's gonna be terror
Death to you you he pointed at redi said chill
That's fam duke
He put real work in that make you puke fu*k
That
But anyway son indeed he stole two polo rugbiesswore 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