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Ghostface Killah

"Be This Way"

[Intro: Ghostface Killah w/ Billy Stewart samples]
Aiyo... aiyo, what up, yo
What up, ya'll, this that Pretty Toney sh*t
Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and sh*t out there
A lot of n*ggas done got bodied
A lot of n*ggas done got robbed and sh*t
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 sh*t
sh*t always gonna be this way, and that's a muthaf*cka fact!
True gangsta sh*t, ya'll, yo, yo, yo
When ya'll turn my mic up in here, bareback sh*t
Knowhatimean? Tired of ya'll muthaf*ckas and sh*t
One-two, f*ck around and clob on one of ya'll muthaf*ckas
Yo Spidey, put that reverb sh*t, on
Come on... "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" Yeah
"Can you feel it..." Let's go, f*ck it...

[Verse 1]
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, n*ggas—that's how Buck brought the building
And the police is pus*y, 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 b*tches, Ice baggin' up work
That's how we get down, f*ck 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' sh*t, you heard!

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the sh*t is mad hot around the way
n*ggas don't give a f*ck on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today or could he find a way
Blow n*ggas over 'turf—b*tches, dimes and trays
Blow a n*gga 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!"

[Verse 2]
With big carrots and static, with that leaves the 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
bast*rd, we c*ck 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 fashion
Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks
Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back b*tch!

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the sh*t is mad hot around the way
n*ggas don't give a f*ck on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today or could he find a way
Blow n*ggas over 'turf—b*tches, dimes and trays
Blow a n*gga 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!"

[Outro: Billy Stewart samples]
"Ways... be this way!" (3X)

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