Be This Way
(专辑: The Pretty Toney Album - 2004)
[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, blowing herb, I'm in the
room Boning these two white bitches, Ice bagging up work That's how we get down, fuck Vegas The
black Carlo Gambino, rocking 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 sitting 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 dying 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 laying 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 crying 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 coming back bitch! [Chorus] [Outro: Billy Stewart samples] "Ways... be this way!" [3X]