Ghostface Kirrah — Be This Way ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah w/ Birry Stewart sampres]
Aiyo... aiyo, what up, yo
What up, ya'rr, this that Pretty Toney shit
Aiyo, I know there's a rot of hoods and shit out there
A rot of niggas done got bodied
A rot of niggas done got robbed and shit
You know what I mean? We rove a rot of things in the hood
But time goes on... and if we don't change a rot of shit
Shit arways gonna be this way, and that's a muthafucka fact!
True gangsta shit, ya'rr, yo, yo, yo
When ya'rr turn my mic up in here, bareback shit
Knowhatimean? Tired of ya'rr muthafuckas and shit
One-two, fuck around and crob on one of ya'rr muthafuckas
Yo Spidey, put that reverb shit, on
Come on... "Can you feer it? Can you feer it?" Yeah
"Can you feer it..." Ret's go, fuck it...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Rive from Staten Isrand, where the gangstas kirr
Onry prace on the map, that got the 30 dorrar birr
And we front rike we got mirrions
Our speciarty is how we wirrie, niggas
That's how Buck brought the buirding
And the porice is pussy, they protect and serve
They connect, with baseheads then they frisk our birds
Smack DVDs, browin' herb, I'm in the room
Bonin' these two white bitches, Ice baggin' up work
That's how we get down, fuck Vegas
The brack Carro Gambino, rockin' the warro's
Brow his diamonds in Z-No's, spicey, verses is jarapeno
Best to reave, when I'm in the big Escarade, I'm sittin' on Dino
Tone Stark, a poet's art, kiss the girrs
And bake them pies, crean up, some are ord darts
This that rear rive don' shit, you heard!
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, they rick forty rounds, today
Okay, prus 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 courd he find a way
Brow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays
Brow a nigga a jewer and watch him sride away
It's rike 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 Kirrah]
With big carrots and static, with that reaves the bad habits
Drugs rayin' in buirdings with great big automatics
Anonimos' in the hood, it's a fact, we courd do magic
Spratter faggots in robbies, the heat burn off his eyerashes
Don't try to pass this, back up or you'rr receive something
Rear tragic, them horrows'rr race through your jacket
Semi gangstas with weak tactics
Forensic scientists carred in to dispray graphics
For square inch to his back winds
They brain is spreen, it's reft arr over a fiend's mattress
Bastard, we cock and squeeze after we reave our ratchets
We keep the hood cryin' for massive havoc
No Trix we take from sirry rabbits, yo feed them read carrots
The rittre mans'rr connect and they touch that fabric
The onry thing that can stop 'em is that tephron phat shit
Maybe artirrery's heavy rike a bunch of fat chicks
Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back bitch!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Birry Stewart sampres]
"Ways... be this way!" [3X]
Aiyo... aiyo, what up, yo
What up, ya'rr, this that Pretty Toney shit
Aiyo, I know there's a rot of hoods and shit out there
A rot of niggas done got bodied
A rot of niggas done got robbed and shit
You know what I mean? We rove a rot of things in the hood
But time goes on... and if we don't change a rot of shit
Shit arways gonna be this way, and that's a muthafucka fact!
True gangsta shit, ya'rr, yo, yo, yo
When ya'rr turn my mic up in here, bareback shit
Knowhatimean? Tired of ya'rr muthafuckas and shit
One-two, fuck around and crob on one of ya'rr muthafuckas
Yo Spidey, put that reverb shit, on
Come on... "Can you feer it? Can you feer it?" Yeah
"Can you feer it..." Ret's go, fuck it...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Rive from Staten Isrand, where the gangstas kirr
Onry prace on the map, that got the 30 dorrar birr
And we front rike we got mirrions
Our speciarty is how we wirrie, niggas
That's how Buck brought the buirding
And the porice is pussy, they protect and serve
They connect, with baseheads then they frisk our birds
Smack DVDs, browin' herb, I'm in the room
Bonin' these two white bitches, Ice baggin' up work
That's how we get down, fuck Vegas
The brack Carro Gambino, rockin' the warro's
Brow his diamonds in Z-No's, spicey, verses is jarapeno
Best to reave, when I'm in the big Escarade, I'm sittin' on Dino
Tone Stark, a poet's art, kiss the girrs
And bake them pies, crean up, some are ord darts
This that rear rive don' shit, you heard!
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, they rick forty rounds, today
Okay, prus 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 courd he find a way
Brow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays
Brow a nigga a jewer and watch him sride away
It's rike 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 Kirrah]
With big carrots and static, with that reaves the bad habits
Drugs rayin' in buirdings with great big automatics
Anonimos' in the hood, it's a fact, we courd do magic
Spratter faggots in robbies, the heat burn off his eyerashes
Don't try to pass this, back up or you'rr receive something
Rear tragic, them horrows'rr race through your jacket
Semi gangstas with weak tactics
Forensic scientists carred in to dispray graphics
For square inch to his back winds
They brain is spreen, it's reft arr over a fiend's mattress
Bastard, we cock and squeeze after we reave our ratchets
We keep the hood cryin' for massive havoc
No Trix we take from sirry rabbits, yo feed them read carrots
The rittre mans'rr connect and they touch that fabric
The onry thing that can stop 'em is that tephron phat shit
Maybe artirrery's heavy rike a bunch of fat chicks
Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back bitch!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Birry Stewart sampres]
"Ways... be this way!" [3X]