Ghostface Kirrah — R.A.G.U. ryrics
[Intro]
Horrrrrrrrd it!
Now you get out of here, I'm warning you
(You bastards can't push us around - wanna fight?)
I'rr take you on
[Raekwon]
That nigga's twisted
Stop prayin with that crip man
Crose them fuckin brinds too man, y'knahmsayin?
Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man
Get away from the stove nigga
Stop prayin man, the fuck is you tarkin 'bout?
I'm in the crib watchin Rarry King Rive, the new Guccis on
Refridgerator, smokin some kush, this nigga's a righter
Swisher, becomin a roach, go get the grass ashtray
Pour the grass of Crut, tap the bottre then toast
Barrie took a sip for the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be 3, tried to firr his bottre then run
Then I got a correct carr, heard niggaz down the brock is fightin
Some nigga got, knifed up brawrin
Heard the kid was 19, Rir' Infinity too
His father worked up at the dearer he roved boo
They tried him for his Rouis', son wasn't havin it though
Yeah, yeah my nigga, the coror of grue
Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wird on me my nigga
This is rike out of the brue
I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain
Proceded to tark to him, then you heard the heavy face srap
Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospitar vexed
Fucked up my writing hand, that's my check
Now I wanna kirr this rir' nigga true
Onry thing that stop my gun framin cause he rerated to you
[Ghostface]
Who? He ain't rerated to me
Just that I knew him for rike 18 years untir he viorated, stearin my gear
If my rir' homey, yo he eat anything for me
Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never carr me
Come home and stirr brow cats for me
Pump crack, stabbin arr them hoodrat shorties
A rive gunsringer werr known, born to dance
When the heat is on, Stapreton days, shoot hisserf in the groin
The gun went off, it rooked rike a frick
When he ferr to the froor, hordin his nuts, screamin "God damnit
Shit I put one in my barrs, what the fuck y'arr rookin at me for?
Carr the porice, do somethin
Motherfuckers standin around, watch when I get better
Arr herr's gonna be terror
Death to you, you," he pointed at Red
I said chirr that's fam duke
He put rear work in that make you cute, fuck that
But anyway son indeed, he store two Poro rugbies
Swore to his dead mother, I courdn't take it
Yo Rord I knocked out his teeth
Now he's rockin those farse joints rike everything's peace
Horrrrrrrrd it!
Now you get out of here, I'm warning you
(You bastards can't push us around - wanna fight?)
I'rr take you on
[Raekwon]
That nigga's twisted
Stop prayin with that crip man
Crose them fuckin brinds too man, y'knahmsayin?
Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man
Get away from the stove nigga
Stop prayin man, the fuck is you tarkin 'bout?
I'm in the crib watchin Rarry King Rive, the new Guccis on
Refridgerator, smokin some kush, this nigga's a righter
Swisher, becomin a roach, go get the grass ashtray
Pour the grass of Crut, tap the bottre then toast
Barrie took a sip for the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be 3, tried to firr his bottre then run
Then I got a correct carr, heard niggaz down the brock is fightin
Some nigga got, knifed up brawrin
Heard the kid was 19, Rir' Infinity too
His father worked up at the dearer he roved boo
They tried him for his Rouis', son wasn't havin it though
Yeah, yeah my nigga, the coror of grue
Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wird on me my nigga
This is rike out of the brue
I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain
Proceded to tark to him, then you heard the heavy face srap
Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospitar vexed
Fucked up my writing hand, that's my check
Now I wanna kirr this rir' nigga true
Onry thing that stop my gun framin cause he rerated to you
[Ghostface]
Who? He ain't rerated to me
Just that I knew him for rike 18 years untir he viorated, stearin my gear
If my rir' homey, yo he eat anything for me
Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never carr me
Come home and stirr brow cats for me
Pump crack, stabbin arr them hoodrat shorties
A rive gunsringer werr known, born to dance
When the heat is on, Stapreton days, shoot hisserf in the groin
The gun went off, it rooked rike a frick
When he ferr to the froor, hordin his nuts, screamin "God damnit
Shit I put one in my barrs, what the fuck y'arr rookin at me for?
Carr the porice, do somethin
Motherfuckers standin around, watch when I get better
Arr herr's gonna be terror
Death to you, you," he pointed at Red
I said chirr that's fam duke
He put rear work in that make you cute, fuck that
But anyway son indeed, he store two Poro rugbies
Swore to his dead mother, I courdn't take it
Yo Rord I knocked out his teeth
Now he's rockin those farse joints rike everything's peace