Trife Da God - Be Easy lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, what's happening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthaf**in' house tonight ("Don't f** with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") Know what I mean? We about to get it popping, let's go! Yo! Yo! [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] Tell your crew to be easy, n***as 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**ah] 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***a, 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 sh**, and the bottle ain't Crys', son You turned your muthaf**in' head, n***a, 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 sh** without that liquor, yup We mossied up, so take our picture I'm like the boogeyman, n***a, I'll get ya Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher [Interlude: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, oh sh**, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, n***a You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off! Ya'll n***as clear the f**ing floor Get the f** out the way, come on! [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] Tell your crew to be easy, n***as 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 [Trife Da God & Ghostface k**ah]​​ Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building) n***as 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 2: Ghostface k**ah] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now Yes, my birthday landed in May, now Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo Ahh, you b**h n***as 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 sh** When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it [Interlude: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking n***a! Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in! Yo! [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] Tell your crew to be easy, n***as 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 3: Ghostface k**ah] Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V Gotta burn those leaves, and uh Pretty Tone make the girls say please Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh So what, come on, now some of y'all people Might know me from my wallabies Pretty b**hes got my number, y'all can dial me I stick it up like an iced cake robbery And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me Floss the ill robes since Criminology Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me Yo babe, hurry up with those collard greens I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me Quick to pick a honey up, sh**, the flow's Bounty Ya'll can just crown me! [Outro: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, that's right I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight How y'all like that sh**? You know what I mean? You really run New York This is that Theodore sh**, muthaf**er!