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Ghostface
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Be This Way
作词:D. Coles, M. Dollison, D. Lamb
Aiyo, aiyo, what up? Yo What up, y'all? This that Pretty Toney shit? Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoes 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's always gonna be this way and that's a muthafuckin' fact
True gangsta shit, y'all, yo, yo, yo When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback shit Know what I mean? Tired of y'all muthafuckas and shit One-two, fuck around and clob on one of y'all muthafuckas Yo Spidey, put that reverse shit, on
Come on, can you feel it? Can you feel it? Yeah Can you feel it? Let's go, fuck it
Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas kill Only place on the map, that got the 30 dollar 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 base heads then they frisk our birds Smack DVD's, 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 Carlo Gambino, rockin' the Wallo's Blow his diamonds in Z-No's, spicy, verses is Jalapinos Best to leave, when I'm in the big Escalade I'm sittin' down 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
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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Or if he dyin' today, or can you find a way Blow niggas over turf, bitches, dimes and trays Throw a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say But what we tryin' to say is gonna be this way It don't have to, it don't have to My God!
With big carrots and static, with that leaves the bad habits Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics Anomos' in the hood, it's the fact, we can 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 gangstas with weak tactics Forensic scientists called in to display graphics For square inch to his back winds
They brain is spleen, it's 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 trics, we take from silly rabbits, yo feed them lead carrots The little mans'll connect and they touch that fabric The only thing that can stop 'em is that teplonphat shit Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks Brr, baow! Ain't no comin' back bitch
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 can he find a way Blow niggas over turf, bitches, dimes and trays Throw a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say But what we tryin' to say is gonna be this way It don't have to, it don't have to My God!
Ways, be this way! Ways, be this way! Ways, be this way!
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