歌手:Ghostface Killah
专辑:《The Pretty Toney Album》

作词 : Coles, Dollison, Lamb
Aiyo aiyo, what up, yo?
What up, y'all?
This that
Pretty Toney *******t
Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and *******t out there
A lot of *****s done got bodied
A lot of *****s done got robbed and *******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 *******t
*******t always gonna be this way and that's a mutha*****a fact
True gangsta *******t, y'all, yo, yo, yo
When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback *******t
Know what
I mean? Tired of y'all mutha*****as and *******t
One two, ***** around and clob on one of y'all mutha*****as
Yo Spidey, put that reverb *******t, on
Come on, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?", yeah"Can you feel it?", let's go, ***** it
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, *****s
That's how
Buck brought the building
And the police is *******, they protect and serve
They connect, with baseheads then they frisk our birds
Smack DVD's, blowin' herb,
I'm in the room
Bonin' these two white ******es,
Ice baggin' up work
That's how we get down, *****
VegasThe 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
DinoTone Stark, a poet's art, kiss the girls
And bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts
This that real live don' *******t, you heard
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the *******t is mad hot around the way
*****s don't give a ***** on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way
Blow *****s over 'turt, ******es, dimes and trays
Blow a ***** a jewel and watch him slide away
It's like that in the hood, he in the grimy say
But what we try'na say is gonna, "Be this way"
It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God"
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 ******s 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 ******* inch to his back winds
They brain is spleen, it's left all over a fiend's mattress
Bastard, we **** 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 *******t
Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks
Brr baow!
Ain't no comin' back, ******!
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the *******t is mad hot around the way
*****s don't give a ***** on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way
Blow *****s over 'turt, ******es, dimes and trays
Blow a ***** a jewel and watch him slide away
It's like that in the hood, he in the grimy say
But what we try'na say is gonna, "Be this way"
It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God"
Ways, be this way
Ways, be this way
Ways, be this way