paroles de chanson R.A.G.U. - Raekwon , Ghostface Killah
Hold
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
refrigerator,
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
three,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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2 Shakey Dog
3 The Champ
4 Major Operation (Skit)
5 Beauty Jackson
6 Kilo
7 Heart Street Directions (Skit)
8 R.A.G.U.
9 Bad Mouth Kid (Skit)
10 Whip You With A Strap
11 Be Easy
12 Be Easy
13 Barbershop
14 Ms. Sweetwater (Skit)
15 Big Girl
16 Underwater
17 The Ironman Takeover (Skit)
18 Momma
19 Back Like That
20 Clipse of Doom
21 Three Bricks
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