Be This Way Lyrics
| Song | Be This Way |
| Artist | Ghostface Killah |
| Album | The Pretty Toney Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Coles, Dollison, Lamb | |
| Aiyo aiyo, what up, yo? | |
| What up, y'all? | |
| This that | |
| Pretty Toney *******t | |
| Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and *******t out there | |
| A lot of *****s done got bodied | |
| A lot of *****s done got robbed and *******t | |
| 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 *******t | |
| *******t always gonna be this way and that's a mutha*****a fact | |
| True gangsta *******t, y'all, yo, yo, yo | |
| When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback *******t | |
| Know what | |
| I mean? Tired of y'all mutha*****as and *******t | |
| One two, ***** around and clob on one of y'all mutha*****as | |
| Yo Spidey, put that reverb *******t, on | |
| Come on, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?", yeah"Can you feel it?", let's go, ***** 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, *****s | |
| That's how | |
| Buck brought the building | |
| And the police is *******, they protect and serve | |
| They connect, with baseheads then they frisk our birds | |
| Smack DVD's, blowin' herb, | |
| I'm in the room | |
| Bonin' these two white ******es, | |
| Ice baggin' up work | |
| That's how we get down, ***** | |
| VegasThe black | |
| Carlo Gambino, rockin' the wallo's | |
| Blow his diamonds in | |
| Z-No's, spicey, verses is jalapeno | |
| Best to leave, when | |
| I'm in the big | |
| Escalade, | |
| I'm sittin' on | |
| DinoTone Stark, a poet's art, kiss the girls | |
| And bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts | |
| This that real live don' *******t, you heard | |
| Yo, they lick forty rounds, today | |
| Okay, plus the *******t is mad hot around the way | |
| *****s don't give a ***** on any time or day | |
| Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way | |
| Blow *****s over 'turt, ******es, dimes and trays | |
| Blow a ***** a jewel and watch him slide away | |
| It's like that in the hood, he in the grimy say | |
| But what we try'na 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 | |
| Anonimos' in the hood, it's a fact, we could do magic | |
| Splatter ******s 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 ******* inch to his back winds | |
| They brain is spleen, it's left all over a fiend's mattress | |
| Bastard, we **** 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 | |
| The little mans'll connect and they touch that fabric | |
| The only thing that can stop 'em is that tephlon phat *******t | |
| Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks | |
| Brr baow! | |
| Ain't no comin' back, ******! | |
| Yo, they lick forty rounds, today | |
| Okay, plus the *******t is mad hot around the way | |
| *****s don't give a ***** on any time or day | |
| Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way | |
| Blow *****s over 'turt, ******es, dimes and trays | |
| Blow a ***** a jewel and watch him slide away | |
| It's like that in the hood, he in the grimy say | |
| But what we try'na 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 |
| zuo ci : Coles, Dollison, Lamb | |
| Aiyo aiyo, what up, yo? | |
| What up, y' all? | |
| This that | |
| Pretty Toney t | |
| Aiyo, I know there' s a lot of hoods and t out there | |
| A lot of s done got bodied | |
| A lot of s done got robbed and t | |
| 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 t | |
| t always gonna be this way and that' s a mutha a fact | |
| True gangsta t, y' all, yo, yo, yo | |
| When y' all turn my mic up in here, bareback t | |
| Know what | |
| I mean? Tired of y' all mutha as and t | |
| One two, around and clob on one of y' all mutha as | |
| Yo Spidey, put that reverb t, on | |
| Come on, " Can you feel it? Can you feel it?", yeah" Can you feel it?", let' s go, 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, s | |
| That' s how | |
| Buck brought the building | |
| And the police is , they protect and serve | |
| They connect, with baseheads then they frisk our birds | |
| Smack DVD' s, blowin' herb, | |
| I' m in the room | |
| Bonin' these two white es, | |
| Ice baggin' up work | |
| That' s how we get down, | |
| VegasThe black | |
| Carlo Gambino, rockin' the wallo' s | |
| Blow his diamonds in | |
| ZNo' s, spicey, verses is jalapeno | |
| Best to leave, when | |
| I' m in the big | |
| Escalade, | |
| I' m sittin' on | |
| DinoTone Stark, a poet' s art, kiss the girls | |
| And bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts | |
| This that real live don' t, you heard | |
| Yo, they lick forty rounds, today | |
| Okay, plus the t is mad hot around the way | |
| s don' t give a on any time or day | |
| Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way | |
| Blow s over ' turt, es, dimes and trays | |
| Blow a a jewel and watch him slide away | |
| It' s like that in the hood, he in the grimy say | |
| But what we try' na 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 | |
| Anonimos' in the hood, it' s a fact, we could do magic | |
| Splatter s 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 inch to his back winds | |
| They brain is spleen, it' s left all over a fiend' s mattress | |
| Bastard, we 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 | |
| The little mans' ll connect and they touch that fabric | |
| The only thing that can stop ' em is that tephlon phat t | |
| Maybe artillery' s heavy like a bunch of fat chicks | |
| Brr baow! | |
| Ain' t no comin' back, ! | |
| Yo, they lick forty rounds, today | |
| Okay, plus the t is mad hot around the way | |
| s don' t give a on any time or day | |
| Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way | |
| Blow s over ' turt, es, dimes and trays | |
| Blow a a jewel and watch him slide away | |
| It' s like that in the hood, he in the grimy say | |
| But what we try' na 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 |
| zuò cí : Coles, Dollison, Lamb | |
| Aiyo aiyo, what up, yo? | |
| What up, y' all? | |
| This that | |
| Pretty Toney t | |
| Aiyo, I know there' s a lot of hoods and t out there | |
| A lot of s done got bodied | |
| A lot of s done got robbed and t | |
| 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 t | |
| t always gonna be this way and that' s a mutha a fact | |
| True gangsta t, y' all, yo, yo, yo | |
| When y' all turn my mic up in here, bareback t | |
| Know what | |
| I mean? Tired of y' all mutha as and t | |
| One two, around and clob on one of y' all mutha as | |
| Yo Spidey, put that reverb t, on | |
| Come on, " Can you feel it? Can you feel it?", yeah" Can you feel it?", let' s go, 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, s | |
| That' s how | |
| Buck brought the building | |
| And the police is , they protect and serve | |
| They connect, with baseheads then they frisk our birds | |
| Smack DVD' s, blowin' herb, | |
| I' m in the room | |
| Bonin' these two white es, | |
| Ice baggin' up work | |
| That' s how we get down, | |
| VegasThe black | |
| Carlo Gambino, rockin' the wallo' s | |
| Blow his diamonds in | |
| ZNo' s, spicey, verses is jalapeno | |
| Best to leave, when | |
| I' m in the big | |
| Escalade, | |
| I' m sittin' on | |
| DinoTone Stark, a poet' s art, kiss the girls | |
| And bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts | |
| This that real live don' t, you heard | |
| Yo, they lick forty rounds, today | |
| Okay, plus the t is mad hot around the way | |
| s don' t give a on any time or day | |
| Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way | |
| Blow s over ' turt, es, dimes and trays | |
| Blow a a jewel and watch him slide away | |
| It' s like that in the hood, he in the grimy say | |
| But what we try' na 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 | |
| Anonimos' in the hood, it' s a fact, we could do magic | |
| Splatter s 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 inch to his back winds | |
| They brain is spleen, it' s left all over a fiend' s mattress | |
| Bastard, we 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 | |
| The little mans' ll connect and they touch that fabric | |
| The only thing that can stop ' em is that tephlon phat t | |
| Maybe artillery' s heavy like a bunch of fat chicks | |
| Brr baow! | |
| Ain' t no comin' back, ! | |
| Yo, they lick forty rounds, today | |
| Okay, plus the t is mad hot around the way | |
| s don' t give a on any time or day | |
| Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way | |
| Blow s over ' turt, es, dimes and trays | |
| Blow a a jewel and watch him slide away | |
| It' s like that in the hood, he in the grimy say | |
| But what we try' na 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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