Lyrics Be Easy - Ice Cube , Ghostface Killah

Yeah, what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") Know what I mean?
We about to get it popping, let's go!
Yo! Yo!
Tell your crew to be easy, niggas 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
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, nigga, beating your dick, uh
I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, drinking my piss, uh
The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son
You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em
You just mad 'cause I'm hitting your sister
You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh
Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup
We mossied up, so take our picture
I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya
Whether now, later, afterlife or switcher
Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga
Y'know'I'mean, it's about to pop off!
Ya'll niggas clear the fucking floor
Get the fuck out the way, come on!
Tell your crew to be easy, niggas 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
Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building)
Niggas 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)
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now
Yes, my birthday landed in May, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like déjà vu
Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo
Ahh, you bitch niggas better listen up
Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up
They try to save you, swear to God, I hit the nurse up
Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse 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 shit (Yeah)
When the heat's on, you know I draw it (Ice Cube motherfucker)
I had his number down, Toney just called it
The pyroclastic flow, you know the side, bitch
You know the side, bitch, huh, ah
Fuck you, if you don't think I get money
I get it all day, standing in the hallway
On broadway, bitches wanna call O'Shea
Over to the car, but ho, I'm the superstar
Get your ass out, fuck if you pass out
Walk over to ya man, pull the cash out
Put it in my hand, watch a nigga mash out
Walk back to your car, with your ass out
Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit Ghostface
I'm a killa, 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, bitch, I got it covered
I got a movie for ya kids, a dick for your bitch
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 fuck off movie money
Then serve you on the mic, and make whitey feel funny
Yeah, that's right
I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight
How y'all like that shit? Y'know'I'mean?
You really run New York
This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker!