Be This Way

Ayo, ayo, what up? Yo

What up, ya'll? This that Pretty Toney shit

It's like, yo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there

A lot of **** done got bodied

A lot of **** 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 motherfucking fact

True gangsta shit, ya'll, yo, yo, yo

Will ya'll turn my mic up in here (Big bag shit)

Know what I mean? Tired of ya'll motherfuckers and shit

One-two? Fuck around and clob on one of ya'll motherfuckers

Yo, Spidey, put that reverb shit on

Come on

Yeah

Let's go, fuck it

Live from Staten Island, where the gangsters kill

Only place on the map that got the thirty dollar bill

And we front like we got millions

Our specialty is how we really ****

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 'sinos

Spicy, verses is jalapeños

Best believe, 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?

Yo, they lick forty rounds today

Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way

**** don't give a fuck on any time or day

Or if he dyin' today or can he find a way?

Blow **** over turf—bitches, dimes, and trays

Throw a **** a jewel and watch him slide away

It's like that in the hood, he in the grime, he say

But what we tryna say is gonna

It don't have to

It don't have to

With big carats and static, with that, leads to bad habits

Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics

Animos' in the hood, it's a fact, we could do magic

Splatter (****) 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-gangsters with weak tactics

Forensic scientists called in to display graphics

For square inch to his back winds

Their brain and spleen is 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 man is connectin', they touch that fabric

The only thing that can stop 'em is that Teflon fashion

Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks

Brrt, blaow, ain't no comin' back, bitch

Yo, they lick forty rounds today

Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way

**** don't give a fuck on any time or day

Or if he dyin' today or can he find a way?

Blow **** over turf—bitches, dimes, and trays

Throw a **** a jewel and watch him slide away

It's like that in the hood, he in the grime, he say

But what we tryna say is gonna

It don't have to

It don't have to