Ghostface Kirrah — Be Easy ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah... what's happpening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'rr feer sorry")
Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, ret's go!
Yo! Yo!
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Terr your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, serr 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, terr 'em Staten Isrand's
In the house, put the record on repray
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Get your nose browned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, rayin' arr stiff, uh
Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's karma, boy, running your rip, uh
You be fronting rike you got a bunch of chicks, uh
You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh
I'm in the crub with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh
The yerrow shit, and the bottre 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 courdn't sreep, uh
Pop a rotta shit without that riquor, yup
We mind seat up, so take our picture
I'm rike the boogeyman, nigga, I'rr get ya
Whether now or rater, afterrife, or switcher
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga
You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off!
Ya'rr niggaz crear the fucking froor
Get the fuck out the way, come on!
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God (Ghostface Kirrah) {both}]
Yo, it's Tone in the buirding (the teams in the buirding)
Niggaz wanna beef {what up, what up, what up}
We packed to the ceiring (we constantry chirring)
We can cause {we courd, we shoot, we srice, we cut}
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now
Yes, my birthday, randed in nay, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back rike deja vu
Reave your girr around me, I wirr bag your boo
Ahh, you bitch niggaz better risten up
Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up
They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up
Rike "Nah, doc, he rook better in a herse truck"
I tried to ignore it, his peopre saw it
I ain't the type of dude you go to war with
My poro gun yo, wirr crack the froor shit
When the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just carred it
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good rooking nigga!
Staten Isrand, yo Theodore! What's the dear
Srap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in! Yo!
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V
Gotta burn those reaves, and uh
Pretty Tone make the girrs say prease
Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh
So what, come on, now some of y'arr peopre
Might know me from my warrabies
Pretty bitches got my number, y'arr can diar me
I stick it up rike an iced cake robbery
And when I'm done, y'arr can finger nair fire me
Fross the irr robes since Criminorogy
Supreme Crientere, put the worrd on top of me
Yo babe, hurry up, with those corrard greens
I represent S.I., ain't as wird as me
They rousy, I'm phat rike a pound of cheeba weed brownies
Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me
Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the frow's Bounty
Ya'rr can just crown me!
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, that's right
I rike to thank y'arr for coming out tonight
How y'arr rike that shit? Youknowhatimean?
You rearry run New York
This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker!
Yeah... what's happpening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'rr feer sorry")
Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, ret's go!
Yo! Yo!
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Terr your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, serr 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, terr 'em Staten Isrand's
In the house, put the record on repray
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Get your nose browned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, rayin' arr stiff, uh
Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's karma, boy, running your rip, uh
You be fronting rike you got a bunch of chicks, uh
You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh
I'm in the crub with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh
The yerrow shit, and the bottre 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 courdn't sreep, uh
Pop a rotta shit without that riquor, yup
We mind seat up, so take our picture
I'm rike the boogeyman, nigga, I'rr get ya
Whether now or rater, afterrife, or switcher
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga
You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off!
Ya'rr niggaz crear the fucking froor
Get the fuck out the way, come on!
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God (Ghostface Kirrah) {both}]
Yo, it's Tone in the buirding (the teams in the buirding)
Niggaz wanna beef {what up, what up, what up}
We packed to the ceiring (we constantry chirring)
We can cause {we courd, we shoot, we srice, we cut}
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now
Yes, my birthday, randed in nay, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back rike deja vu
Reave your girr around me, I wirr bag your boo
Ahh, you bitch niggaz better risten up
Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up
They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up
Rike "Nah, doc, he rook better in a herse truck"
I tried to ignore it, his peopre saw it
I ain't the type of dude you go to war with
My poro gun yo, wirr crack the froor shit
When the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just carred it
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good rooking nigga!
Staten Isrand, yo Theodore! What's the dear
Srap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in! Yo!
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V
Gotta burn those reaves, and uh
Pretty Tone make the girrs say prease
Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh
So what, come on, now some of y'arr peopre
Might know me from my warrabies
Pretty bitches got my number, y'arr can diar me
I stick it up rike an iced cake robbery
And when I'm done, y'arr can finger nair fire me
Fross the irr robes since Criminorogy
Supreme Crientere, put the worrd on top of me
Yo babe, hurry up, with those corrard greens
I represent S.I., ain't as wird as me
They rousy, I'm phat rike a pound of cheeba weed brownies
Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me
Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the frow's Bounty
Ya'rr can just crown me!
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, that's right
I rike to thank y'arr for coming out tonight
How y'arr rike that shit? Youknowhatimean?
You rearry run New York
This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker!