Be Easy (Remix)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Colorful kicks in my closet like Baskin-Robbins Central Park killings, stab niggas while they jogging No shirt on, whilin' like I sniffed the eight At the ball game, jumped down and stole the base Some motherfuckers said it was bass Silly me, thought it was a 12 by 12 inch Colombian snowflake Mob Jacob slow cut 8 six, the semi have Niggas running like Forrest when he broke his braces, pa Scold a nigga like a pile of hot chocolate (Yeah) Before I eat her, I belong on a bitch cartridge Niggas kill me potraying that hard shit Shove his face in the dirt like an ostrich On some mob shit (Yeah), no talking, like we resolve shit Stretch a nigga out like an enlarged dick That's one for you, one-two for me I'm hoggin' and shit, y'all motherfuckers best to be easy [Interlude: Ice Cube] The pyroclastic flow, you know the side, bitch You know the side, bitch, huh, ah [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Fuck you, if you don't think I get money I get it all day, standing in the hallway On broadway, bitches wanna call O'Shea Over to the car, but ho, I'm the superstar Get your ass out, fuck if you pass out Walk over to your man, pull the cash out Put it in my hand, watch a nigga mash out Walk back to your car with your ass out Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down with Ghostface I'm a killa, wit that chrome all in your face Blow your face back, turn you into a ghost Hit you like Kenny hit Casper on the post West coast, ya ho, ya gotta love it It's Ice Cube, yeah, bitch, I got it covered I got a movie for your kids, a dick for your bitch A four-five slug for your wig They wanna put me out the league like Terrell 'Til they CD smokin' double barrels Ice Cube, will fuck off movie money Then serve you on the mic, and make whitey feel funny [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... what's happpening, New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! Yo! Yo! [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son You turned your motherfuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em You just mad 'cause I'm hittin' your sister You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup We mind seat up, so take our picture I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, oh shit, ayo, Tone, hurry up and get 'em, nigga You know what I mean, it's about to pop off! Y'all niggas clear the fucking floor Get the fuck out the way, come on! [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay [Bridge: Trife Diesel & Ghostface Killah] Yo, it's Tone in the building (The teams in the building) Niggas wanna beef (What up, what up, what up) We packed to the ceiling (We constantly chilling) We can cause (We could, we shoot, we slice, we cut) [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, now Yes, my birthday, landed in may, now Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like déjà vu Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo Ahh, you bitch niggas better listen up Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up They try to save you, swear to God, I hit the nurse up Like, "Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck" I tried to ignore it, his people saw it I ain't the type dude you go to war with My polo gun, yo, will crack the floor shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, that's right I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight How y'all like that shit? You know what I mean? You really run New York This is that Theodore shit, motherfucker!