Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy (Remix)

"Don't fuck Ghost, you'll feel sorry"

[Chorus: Killah]
Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run
With them fake frowns, 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the on replay

[Ghostface
Colorful kicks and my like Baskin-Robbins
Central Park killings, stab while they jogging
No on, whilin' like I sniffed the eight
At the game, jumped down and stole the base
Some muthafuckas said it was
Silly me, thought it was a 12 by 12 inch Colombian
Mob slow cut 8 six, the semi have
Niggas running like Forrest he broke his braces, pa
Scold a nigga a pile of hot chocolate
Before I eat her, I belong on a bitch
Niggas me potraying that hard shit
Shove his face in the dirt like an
On some mob shit, no talking, like we resolve
Stretch a nigga out like an enlarged
one for you, one-two for me
I'm hoggin' and shit, muthafuckas best to be easy

Ice Cube]
The pyroclastic flow, you the side, bitch
You the side, bitch, huh, ah

Cube]
Fuck you, if you don't I get money
I get it all day, standing in the
On broadway, wanna call Shea
to the car, but hoe, I'm the superstar
Get your ass out, fuck if you out
over to ya man, pull the cash out
Put it in my hand, a nigga mash out
Walk back to your car, with ass out
Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit
I'm a killa, wit that chrome in ya
Blow ya face back, turn you into a
Hit you like Kenny hit on the post
coast, ya hoe, ya gotta love it
It's Ice Cube, yea, bitch, I got it
I got a movie for ya kids, a for your bitch
A four-five slug for wig
They wanna put me out the league Terrell
Til they CD double barrels
Ice Cube, will off movie money
Then serve you on the mic, and make whitey feel

[Interlude: Killah]
Yeah... what's happpening New York
It's ya boy Ghost in the house tonight
("Don't fuck Ghost, you'll feel sorry")
We about to get it popping, let's go!
Yo! Yo!

[Ghostface
Get nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You be there, layin' all stiff, uh
you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's karma, boy, your lip, uh
You be fronting like you got a of chicks, uh
You be at home, nigga, your dick, uh
I'm in the club with the up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, my piss, uh
The shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son
You turned your head, nigga, we switched 'em
You just mad cause I'm hittin' sister
You in the room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh
Pop a lotta shit that liquor, yup
We mind seat up, so take our
I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, get ya
now or later, afterlife, or switcher

[Interlude: Killah]
Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em,
You knowhatimean, about to pop off!
Ya'll clear the fucking floor
Get the out the way, come on!

[Trife (Ghostface Killah) {both}]
Yo, it's Tone in the (the teams in the building)
Niggaz wanna beef {what up, up, what up}
We to the ceiling (we constantly chilling)
We can {we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut}

[Ghostface
Shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now
Yes, my birthday, in nay, now
to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu
Leave girl around me, I will bag your boo
Ahh, you bitch niggaz better up
Anybody front, paramedics gonna 'em up
They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the up
"Nah, doc, he look better in a herse truck"
I tried to it, his people saw it
I the type of dude you go to war with
My polo gun yo, will crack the floor
the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney called it

Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, right
I like to thank for coming out tonight
How like that shit? Youknowhatimean?
You really run New
is that Theodore shit, muthafucker!