[Intro: Ghostface Killah w/ Billy Stewart samples]
Aiyo... aiyo, what up, yo
What up, ya'll, this that Pretty Toney %#@!

Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and %#@! out there
A lot of ^!$$%s done got bodied
A lot of ^!$$%s done got robbed and %#@!

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 %#@!
%#@! always gonna be this way, and that's a mutha$#&@a fact!

True gangsta %#@!, ya'll, yo, yo, yo
When ya'll turn my mic up in here, bareback %#@!
Knowhatimean? Tired of ya'll mutha$#&@as and %#@!

One-two, $#&@ around and clob on one of ya'll mutha$#&@as
Yo Spidey, put that reverb %#@!, on
Come on... "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" Yeah

"Can you feel it..." Let's go, $#&@ 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, ^!$$%s
That's how Buck brought the building
And the police is #~!!@, 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 (*##$es, Ice baggin' up work

That's how we get down, $#&@ 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' %#@!, you heard!

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the %#@! is mad hot around the way
^!$$%s don't give a $#&@ on any time or day

Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way
Blow ^!$$%s over 'turt, (*##$es, dimes and trays
Blow a ^!$$% 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 !@$)gots 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

!@&!, we @@#! 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 %#@!
Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks

Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back (*##$!

[Chorus]


[Outro: Billy Stewart samples]
"Ways... be this way!" [3X]