[Intro]
Ayo, ayo, what up, yo
What up, y'all, this that Pretty Toney shit
Ayo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there
A lot of n***as done got bodied
A lot of n***as 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, y'all, yo, yo, yo
When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback shit
Knowhatimean? Tired of y'all motherfuckers and shit
One-two, fuck around and clobber one of y'all motherfuckers, 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)

[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***as—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!
[Chorus]
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way
N***as don't give a fuck on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today or could he find a way
Blow n***as over 'turf—bitches, dimes and trays
Blow a n***a 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 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!
[Chorus]
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way
N***as don't give a fuck on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today or could he find a way
Blow n***as over 'turf—bitches, dimes and trays
Blow a n***a 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]
Ways, be this way
Ways, be this way
Ways, be this way