Be This Way

[Intro] Ayo, ayo, what up, yo What up, y'all, this that Pretty Toney shit Ayo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there A lot of niggas done got bodied A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit 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 shit Shit always gonna be this way, and that's a motherfuckin' fact! True gangsta shit, y'all, yo, yo, yo (And it's gonna always be this way) When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback shit Knowhatimean? Tired of y'all motherfuckers and shit One-two, fuck around and clobber one of y'all motherfuckers, man Yo, Spidey, put that reverb shit, on Come on Can you feel it? Can you feel it? (Yeah) Can you feel it? (Let's go, fuck it) [Verse 1] Live from Staten Island where the gangsters kill Only place on the map that got the $30 bill And we front like we got millions Our specialty is how we willie niggas—that's how Buck brought the building And the police is pussy, they protect and serve They connect with baseheads then they frisk our birds Smack DVDs, blowin' herb I'm in the room bonin' these two white bitches, ice baggin' up work That's how we get down, fuck Vegas, the black Carlos Gambino Rockin' the wallo's, blow his diamonds in Z-No's Spicey, verses is jalapenos Best believe when I'm in the big Escalade, I'm sittin' on Dino Tone Stark here, a poet's art Kiss the girls and bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts This that real live don' shit, you heard! [Chorus] Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus 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 could he find a way Blow niggas over turf, bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say But what we tryna say is gonna be this way It don't have to, it don't have to, my God! [Verse 2] With big carrots and static, with that leads to bad habits Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics Animos' in the hood is a fact, we could do magic Splatter faggots 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 gangsters with weak tactics Forensic scientists called in to display graphics for square inch twist backwards They brain and spleen is left all over a fiend's mattress Bastard, we cock 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 Them little mans'll connect and they touch that fabric The only thing that can stop 'em is that Teflon fashion Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back, bitch! [Chorus] Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus 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 could he find a way Blow niggas over turf, bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say But what we tryna say is gonna be this way It don't have to, it don't have to, my God! [Outro] Ways, be this way Ways, be this way Ways, be this way