R.A.G.U. - Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

Dennis Coles , better known by his stage name Ghostface Killah, is an American rapper and prominent member of the Wu-Tang Clan. After the group achieved breakthrough success in the aftermath of Enter the Wu-Tang , the members went on to pursue solo careers to varying levels of success. Ghostface Killah debuted his solo-career with Ironman in 1996, which was well received by music critics. He has continued his success over the following years with critically acclaimed albums such as Supreme Clientele and FishScale . His stage name was taken from one of the characters in the 1979 kung fu film Mystery of Chessboxing. He is the founder of his own label Starks Enterprises.

[Intro] Holllllllld it! Now you get out of here, I'm warning you (You *** can't push us around - wanna fight?) I'll take you on [Raekwon] That ***'s twisted Stop playin with that clip man Close them *** blinds too man, y'knahmsayin? Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man Get away from the stove *** Stop playin man, the *** is you talkin 'bout? I'm in the crib watchin Larry King Live, the new Guccis on Refridgerator, smokin some kush, this ***'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 *** down the block is fightin Some *** 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 ***, the color of glue Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my *** 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 *** up my writing hand, that's my check Now I wanna kill this lil' *** true Only thing that stop my gun flamin cause he related to you [Ghostface] 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 *** I put one in my balls, what the *** y'all lookin at me for? Call the police, do somethin *** 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, *** 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