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ghostface killah - be easy (remix) lyrics

[intro: ghostface k!llah]
don’t f-ck with ghost, you’ll feel sorry

[chorus: ghostface k!llah]
tell your crew to be easy, n-ggas 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 k!llah]
colorful kicks and my closet like baskin-robbins
central park k!llings, stab n-ggas while they jogging
no shirt on, whilin’ like i sniffed the eight
at the ball game, jumped down and stole the base
some m-th-f-ckas said it was b-ss
silly me, thought it was a 12 by 12 inch colombian snowflake
mob jacob slow cut 8 six, the semi have
n-ggas running like forrest when he broke his braces, pa
scold a n-gga like a pile of hot chocolate
before i eat her, i belong on a b-tch cartridge
n-ggas k!ll me potraying that hard sh-t
shove his face in the dirt like an ostrich
on some mob sh-t, no talking, like we resolve sh-t
stretch a n-gga out like an enlarged d-ck
that’s one for you, one-two for me
i’m hoggin’ and sh-t, y’all m-th-f-ckas best to be easy

[interlude: ice cube]
the pyroclastic flow, you know the side, b-tch
you know the side, b-tch, huh, ah

[verse 2: ice cube]
f-ck you, if you don’t think i get money
i get it all day, standing in the hallway
on broadway, b-tches wanna call o’shea
over to the car, but ho, i’m the superstar
get your -ss out, f-ck if you p-ss out
walk over to ya man, pull the cash out
put it in my hand, watch a n-gga mash out
walk back to your car, with your -ss out
f-ck a ghostwriter, n-gga down wit ghostface
i’m a k!lla, wit that chrome in ya face
blow ya 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, yea, b-tch, i got it covered
i got a movie for ya kids, a d-ck for your b-tch
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 f-ck off movie money
then serve you on the mic, and make whitey feel funny

[interlude: ghostface k!llah]
yeah… what’s happpening new york city?
it’s ya boy ghost in the m-th-f-ckin’ house tonight
(“don’t f-ck with ghost, you’ll feel sorry”)
nahwhatimean? we about to get it popping, let’s go!
yo! yo!

[verse 3: ghostface k!llah]
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, n-gga, beating your d-ck, uh
i’m in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
you at the bar, whoadie, drinkin’ my p-ss, uh
the yellow sh-t, and the bottle ain’t crys’, son
you turned your m-th-f-ckin’ head, n-gga, 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 sh-t without that liquor, yup
we mind seat up, so take our picture
i’m like the boogeyman, n-gga, i’ll get ya
whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher

[interlude: ghostface k!llah]
yeah, oh sh-t, aiyo tone hurry up and get ’em, n-gga
you know what i mean, it’s about to pop off!
ya’ll n-ggas clear the f-cking floor
get the f-ck out the way, come on!

[bridge: trife diesel & ghostface k!llah]
yo, it’s tone in the building (the teams in the building)
n-ggas 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 k!llah]
shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now
yes, my birthday, landed in nay, now
peace to dirt dog, i’m back like deja vu
leave your girl around me, i will bag your boo
ahh, you b-tch n-ggas better listen up
anybody front, paramedics gonna pick ’em up
they try to save you, sware to god, i hit the nurse up
like “nah, doc, he look better in a herse truck”
i tried to ignore it, his people saw it
i ain’t the type of dude you go to war with
my polo gun yo, will crack the floor sh-t
when the heat’s on, you know i draw it
i had his number down, toney just called it

[outro: ghostface k!llah]
yeah, that’s right
i like to thank y’all for coming out tonight
how y’all like that sh-t? you know what i mean?
you really run new york
this is that theodore sh-t, m-th-f-cker!

- ghostface killah lyrics

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