Lyrics Be This Way - Ghostface Killah
[Intro:
Ghostface
Killah
w/
Billy
Stewart
samples]
Aiyo...
aiyo,
what
up,
yo
What
up,
ya'll,
this
that
Pretty
Toney
shit
Aiyo,
I
know
there's
a
lot
of
hoods
and
shit
out
there
A
lot
of
niggas
done
got
bodied
A
lot
of
niggas
done
got
robbed
and
shit
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
shit
Shit
always
gonna
be
this
way,
and
that's
a
muthafucka
fact!
True
gangsta
shit,
ya'll,
yo,
yo,
yo
When
ya'll
turn
my
mic
up
in
here,
bareback
shit
Knowhatimean?
Tired
of
ya'll
muthafuckas
and
shit
One-two,
fuck
around
and
clob
on
one
of
ya'll
muthafuckas
Yo
Spidey,
put
that
reverb
shit,
on
Come
on...
"Can
you
feel
it?
Can
you
feel
it?"
Yeah
"Can
you
feel
it..."
Let's
go,
fuck
it...
[Ghostface
Killah]
Live
from
Staten
Island,
where
the
gangstas
kill
Only
place
on
the
map,
that
got
the
30
dollar
bill
And
we
front
like
we
got
millions
Our
specialty
is
how
we
willie,
niggas
That's
how
Buck
brought
the
building
And
the
police
is
pussy,
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
bitches,
Ice
baggin'
up
work
That's
how
we
get
down,
fuck
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'
shit,
you
heard!
[Chorus:
Ghostface
Killah]
Yo,
they
lick
forty
rounds,
today
Okay,
plus
the
shit
is
mad
hot
around
the
way
Niggas
don't
give
a
fuck
on
any
time
or
day
Or
if
he
dyin'
today,
or
could
he
find
a
way
Blow
niggas
over
'turt,
bitches,
dimes
and
trays
Blow
a
nigga
a
jewel
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
Killah]
With
big
carrots
and
static,
with
that
leaves
the
bad
habits
Drugs
layin'
in
buildings
with
great
big
automatics
Anonimos'
in
the
hood,
it's
a
fact,
we
could
do
magic
Splatter
faggots
in
lobbies,
the
heat
burn
off
his
eyelashes
Don't
try
to
pass
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
is
spleen,
it's
left
all
over
a
fiend's
mattress
Bastard,
we
cock
and
squeeze
after
we
leave
our
ratchets
We
keep
the
hood
cryin'
for
massive
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
shit
Maybe
artillery's
heavy
like
a
bunch
of
fat
chicks
Brrrr...
baow!
Ain't
no
comin'
back
bitch!
[Chorus]
[Outro:
Billy
Stewart
samples]
"Ways...
be
this
way!"
(3X)
1 Biscuits
2 Kunta Fly Shit
3 Beat The Clock
4 Save Me Dear
5 It's Over
6 Tush
7 Holla
8 Ghostface
9 Be This Way
10 The Letter - Skit
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