Ghostface Killah Lyrics

Album: The Pretty Toney Album

Be This Way Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah w/ Billy Stewart samples]

 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 muthafucka 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 clob on one of ya'll muthafuckas

 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...

 

 [Ghostface Killah]

 Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas 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 jalapeno

 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!

 

 [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

 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 'turt, 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 try'nna say is gonna "be this way"

 It don't have to... it don't have to... "My God!"

 

 [Ghostface Killah]

 With big carrots and static, with that leaves the bad habits

 Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics

 Anonimos' 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 gangstas with weak tactics

 Forensic scientists called in to display graphics

 For square inch to his back winds

 They brain is spleen, it's 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

 The little mans'll connect and they touch that fabric

 The only thing that can stop 'em is that tephlon phat shit

 Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks

 Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back bitch!

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Outro: Billy Stewart samples]

 "Ways... be this way!" [3X]