Be Easy Lyrics - Fishscale - Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] 

Yeah... what's happpening New York City? 

It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight 

("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") 

Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! 

Yo! Yo! 

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] 

Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around 

With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay 

Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's 

In the house, put the record on replay 

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[Ghostface Killah] 

Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh 

You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh 

Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh 

That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh 

You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh 

You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh 

I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh 

You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh 

The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son 

You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em 

You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister 

You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh 

Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup 

We mind seat up, so take our picture 

I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya 

Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher 

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[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] 

Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga 

You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off! 

Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking floor 

Get the fuck out the way, come on! 

[Chorus] 

[Trife Da God] (Ghostface Killah) {both} 

Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building) 

Niggaz wanna beef {what up, what up, what up} 

We packed to the ceiling (we constantly chilling) 

We can cause {we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut} 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now 

Yes, my birthday, landed in nay, now 

Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu 

Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo 

Ahh, you bitch niggaz better listen up 

Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up 

They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up 

Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a herse truck" 

I tried to ignore it, his people saw it 

I ain't the type of dude you go to war with 

My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit 

When the heat's on, you know I draw it 

I had his number down, Toney just called it 

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] 

Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga! 

Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal 

Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in! Yo! 

[Chorus] 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V 

Gotta burn those leaves, and uh 

Pretty Tone make the girls say please 

Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh 

So what, come on, now some of y'all people 

Might know me from my wallabies 

Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me 

I stick it up like an iced cake robbery 

And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me 

Floss the ill robes since Criminology 

Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me 

Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard greens 

I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me 

They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies 

Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me 

Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty 

Ya'll can just crown me! 

[Outro: Ghostface Killah] 

Yeah, that's right 

I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight 

How y'all like that shit? Youknowhatimean? 

You really run New York 

This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker!