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!