R.A.G.U

[Intro] 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 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? (Verse One: Raekwon) I'm in the crib watchin Larry King Live, the new Guccis on Refrigerator, smokin some kush, this nigga's a lighter Swisher, becoming a roach, go get the glass ashtray Pour the glass of Cru, 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 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'mma 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 that stop my gun flaming cause he related to you [Ghostface Killah] Who? He ain't related to me Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated, stealing 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, 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 Shit I put one in my balls, what the fuck y'all looking at me for? Call the police, do something Motherfuckers standing 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 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