| Yeah, what’s happening, New York City?
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| It’s ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin' house tonight
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| Know what I mean? |
| (Don't fuck with Ghost, you’ll feel sorry)
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| We about to get it popping, let’s go
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| Yo, yo
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| Tell your crew to be easy
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| Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
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| Get word to the DJ
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| Tell 'em Staten Island’s in the house, put the record on replay
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| Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
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| You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh
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| Every time you go uptown, you get gypped, uh
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| That’s karma, boy, running your lip, uh
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| You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh
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| You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh
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| I’m in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
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| You at the bar, wodie, drinking my piss, uh
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| The yellow shit in the bottle ain’t Cris', son
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| You turned your motherfuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em
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| You just mad 'cause I’m hitting your sister
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| You in the other room, huh, you couldn’t sleep, uh
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| Pop a lot of shit without that liquor, yup
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| We mossied up, so take our picture
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| I’m like the boogeyman, nigga, I’ll get ya |
| Whether now, later, afterlife or scripture
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| Yeah, oh shit, ayo, Tone, hurry up and get 'em, nigga
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| You know what I mean? |
| It’s about to pop off
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| Y’all niggas clear the fucking floor
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| Get the fuck out the way, come on
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| Tell your crew to be easy
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| Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
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| Get word to the DJ
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| Tell 'em Staten Island’s in the house, put the record on replay
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| Yo, it’s Tone in the building, the team’s in the building
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| Niggas wanna beef, what up, what up, what up?
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| We packed to the ceiling, we constantly chilling
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| We can 'cause we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut
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| Shimmy, shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay now
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| Yes, my birthday landed in May, now
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| Peace to Dirt Dog, I’m back like déjà vu
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| Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo
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| Ahh, you bitch niggas better listen up
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| Anybody front, paramedics gon' pick 'em up
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| They try to save you, swear to God, I hit the nurse up
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| Like «Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck»
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| I tried to ignore it, his people saw it
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| I ain’t the type of dude you go to war with |
| My Polo gun, yo, will crack the floor shit
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| When the heat’s on, you know I draw it
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| I had his number down, Toney just called it
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| Yo, ayo, Pete Rock, good looking, nigga
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| Staten Island, yo, Theodore
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| What’s the deal? |
| Slap me one of the ratchets
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| I’m about to go in, yo
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| Tell your crew to be easy
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| Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
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| Get word to the DJ
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| Tell 'em Staten Island’s in the house, put the record on replay
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| Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V
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| Gotta burn those leaves, and, uh
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| Pretty Tone make the girls say, «Please, daddy, work that D
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| Put it in and be eas'», and uh, so what? |
| Come on
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| Now some of y’all people might know me from my Wallabees
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| Pretty bitches got my number, y’all can dial me
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| I stick it up like a nice cake robbery
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| And when I’m done, y’all can finger nail file me
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| Floss the ill robes since «Criminology»
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| Supreme Clientele put the world on top of me
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| Yo, babe, hurry up with those collard greens
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| I represent S.I., they ain’t as wild as me
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| They lousy, I’m phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies |
| Tone got the powder, squeeze, don’t surround me
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| Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow’s Bounty
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| Y’all can just crown me
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| Yeah, that’s right
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| I’d like to thank y’all for coming out tonight
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| How y’all like that shit?
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| You know what I mean, who really run New York?
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| This is that Theodore shit, motherfucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Be Easy , by - Ghostface Killah. Song from the album Fishscale, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп