Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy (Remix)

"Don't fuck with Ghost, feel sorry"

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

[Ghostface
Colorful kicks and my closet like
Central killings, stab niggas while they jogging
No on, whilin' like I sniffed the eight
At the ball game, jumped down and stole the
Some muthafuckas said it was
me, thought it was a 12 by 12 inch Colombian snowflake
Mob Jacob slow cut 8 six, the have
Niggas running Forrest when he broke his braces, pa
Scold a like a pile of hot chocolate
I eat her, I belong on a bitch cartridge
Niggas kill me potraying that hard
Shove his in the dirt like an ostrich
On some mob shit, no talking, we resolve shit
Stretch a nigga out like an dick
That's one for you, 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

[Ice
Fuck you, if you don't think I get
I get it all day, standing in the
On broadway, bitches call Shea
Over to the car, but hoe, I'm the
Get ass out, fuck if you pass out
over to ya man, pull the cash out
Put it in my hand, a nigga mash out
back to your car, with your ass out
Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga wit Ghostface
I'm a killa, wit that chrome in ya
Blow ya back, turn you into a ghost
Hit you like Kenny hit on the post
West coast, ya hoe, ya love it
Ice Cube, yea, bitch, I got it covered
I got a for ya kids, a dick for your bitch
A slug for your wig
They wanna put me out the like Terrell
Til they CD double barrels
Ice Cube, will fuck off movie
serve you on the mic, and make whitey feel funny

[Interlude: Ghostface
Yeah... what's New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, feel sorry")
Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, go!
Yo! Yo!

[Ghostface
Get your nose off by the fifth, uh
You be there, layin' all stiff, uh
you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's karma, boy, running lip, uh
You be fronting you got a bunch of chicks, uh
You be at home, nigga, beating dick, uh
I'm in the with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, my piss, uh
The yellow shit, and the ain't Crys', son
You your muthafuckin' 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 without that liquor, yup
We seat up, so take our picture
I'm the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya
Whether now or later, afterlife, or

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

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

Killah]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, yea, now
Yes, my birthday, in nay, now
to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu
Leave your around me, I will bag your boo
Ahh, you niggaz better listen up
Anybody front, gonna pick 'em up
They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the up
Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a truck"
I tried to ignore it, his saw it
I ain't the of dude you go to war with
My polo gun yo, crack the floor shit
When the heat's on, you I draw it
I had his number down, Toney called it

Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, right
I like to thank y'all for out tonight
How y'all that shit? Youknowhatimean?
You run New York
This is Theodore shit, muthafucker!