Be This Way - Ghostface Killah

Aiyo… aiyo, what up, yo

What up, ya’ll, this that Pretty Toney shit

Aiyo, I know there’s a lot of hoods and shit out there

A lot of niggas done got bodied

A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit

You know what I mean?

We love a lot of things in the hood

But time goes on… and if we don’t change a lot of shit

Shit always gonna be this way, and that’s a muthafuckin' fact!

True gangsta shit, ya’ll, yo, yo, yo

When ya’ll turn my mic up in here, bareback shit

Knowhatimean?

Tired of ya’ll muthafuckas and shit

One-two, fuck around and clobber one of ya’ll muthafuckas, man

Yo Spidey, put that reverb shit, on

Come on… «Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?»

Yeah

«Can you feel it…» Let’s go, fuck it…

Live from Staten Island where the gangsters kill

Only place on the map that got the 30 dollar bill

And we front like we got millions

Our specialty is how we willie, niggas—that's how Buck brought the building

And the police is pussy, they protect and serve

They connect with baseheads then they frisk our birds

Smack DVDs, blowin' herb

I’m in the room bonin' these two white bitches, Ice baggin' up work

That’s how we get down, fuck Vegas, the black Carlo Gambino

Rockin' the wallo’s, blow his diamonds in Z-No's

Spicey, verses is jalapenos

Best to leave, when I’m in the big Escalade, I’m sittin' on Dino

Tone Stark, a poet’s art

Kiss the girls and bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts

This that real live don' shit, you heard!

Yo, they lick forty rounds, today

Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way

Niggas don’t give a fuck on any time or day

Or if he dyin' today or could he find a way

Blow niggas over 'turf—bitches, dimes and trays

Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away

It’s like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say

But what we tryna say is gonna «be this way»

It don’t have to… it don’t have to… «My God!»

With big carrots and static, with that leads to bad habits

Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics

Animos' in the hood, it’s a fact, we could do magic

Splatter faggots in lobbies, the heat burn off his eyelashes

Don’t try to pass this, back up or you’ll receive something

Real tragic, them hollows’ll race through your jacket

Semi gangsters with weak tactics

Forensic scientists called in to display graphics for square inch to his back

winds

They brain and spleen is left all over a fiend’s mattress

Bastard, we cock and squeeze after we leave our ratchets

We keep the hood cryin' for massive havoc

No Trix we take from silly rabbits, yo feed them lead carrots

Them little mans’ll connect and they touch that fabric

The only thing that can stop 'em is that Teflon fashion

Maybe artillery’s heavy like a bunch of fat chicks

Brrrr… baow!

Ain’t no comin' back bitch!

Yo, they lick forty rounds, today

Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way

Niggas don’t give a fuck on any time or day

Or if he dyin' today or could he find a way

Blow niggas over 'turf—bitches, dimes and trays

Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away

It’s like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say

But what we tryna say is gonna «be this way»

It don’t have to… it don’t have to… «My God!»

«Ways… be this way!»

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