Nottz - Be This Way lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah w/ Billy Stewart samples] Aiyo... aiyo, what up, yo What up, ya'll, this that Pretty Toney sh** Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and sh** out there A lot of n***as done got bodied A lot of n***as done got robbed and sh** 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 sh** sh** always gonna be this way, and that's a muthaf**a fact! True gangsta sh**, ya'll, yo, yo, yo When ya'll turn my mic up in here, bareback sh** Knowhatimean? Tired of ya'll muthaf**as and sh** One-two, f** around and clob on one of ya'll muthaf**as Yo Spidey, put that reverb sh**, on Come on... "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" Yeah "Can you feel it..." Let's go, f** it... [Ghostface k**ah] Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas k** Only place on the map, that got the 30 dollar bill And we front like we got millions Our specialty is how we willie, n***as That's how Buck brought the building And the police is p**y, 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 b**hes, Ice baggin' up work That's how we get down, f** Vegas The 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 Dino Tone Stark, a poet's art, kiss the girls And bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts This that real live don' sh**, you heard! [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus the sh** is mad hot around the way n***as don't give a f** on any time or day Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way Blow n***as over 'turf, b**hes, dimes and trays Blow a n***a a j**el and watch him slide away It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say But what we try'nna say is gonna "be this way" It don't have to... it don't have to... "My God!" [Ghostface k**ah] With big carrots and static, with that leaves the bad habits Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics Animos' in the hood, it's a fact, we could do magic Splatter f*ggots in lobbies, the heat burn off his eyelashes Don't try to pa** 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 and spleen is left all over a fiend's mattress ba*tard, we co*k and squeeze after we leave our ratchets We keep the hood cryin' for ma**ive 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 sh** Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back b**h! [Hook] [Outro: Billy Stewart samples] "Ways... be this way!" (3X)