Be This Way Lyrics - The Pretty Toney Album - Ghostface Killah

[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... 

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[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! 

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[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)