作词 : Coles, Dollison, Lamb Aiyo aiyo, what up, yo? What up, y'all? This that Pretty Toney *******t Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and *******t out there A lot of *****s done got bodied A lot of *****s done got robbed and *******t 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 *******t *******t always gonna be this way and that's a mutha*****a fact True gangsta *******t, y'all, yo, yo, yo When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback *******t Know what I mean? Tired of y'all mutha*****as and *******t One two, ***** around and clob on one of y'all mutha*****as Yo Spidey, put that reverb *******t, on Come on, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?", yeah"Can you feel it?", let's go, ***** it 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 DVD's, blowin' herb, I'm in the room Bonin' these two white ******es, Ice baggin' up work That's how we get down, ***** VegasThe 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 DinoTone Stark, a poet's art, kiss the girls And bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts This that real live don' *******t, you heard Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus the *******t 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'na say is gonna, "Be this way" It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God" 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 ******s 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 ******* inch to his back winds They brain is spleen, it's left all over a fiend's mattress Bastard, 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 *******t Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks Brr baow! Ain't no comin' back, ******! Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus the *******t 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'na say is gonna, "Be this way" It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God" Ways, be this way Ways, be this way Ways, be this way
作词 : Coles, Dollison, Lamb Aiyo aiyo, what up, yo? What up, y'all? This that Pretty Toney *******t Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and *******t out there A lot of *****s done got bodied A lot of *****s done got robbed and *******t 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 *******t *******t always gonna be this way and that's a mutha*****a fact True gangsta *******t, y'all, yo, yo, yo When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback *******t Know what I mean? Tired of y'all mutha*****as and *******t One two, ***** around and clob on one of y'all mutha*****as Yo Spidey, put that reverb *******t, on Come on, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?", yeah"Can you feel it?", let's go, ***** it 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 DVD's, blowin' herb, I'm in the room Bonin' these two white ******es, Ice baggin' up work That's how we get down, ***** VegasThe 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 DinoTone Stark, a poet's art, kiss the girls And bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts This that real live don' *******t, you heard Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus the *******t 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'na say is gonna, "Be this way" It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God" 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 ******s 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 ******* inch to his back winds They brain is spleen, it's left all over a fiend's mattress Bastard, 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 *******t Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks Brr baow! Ain't no comin' back, ******! Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus the *******t 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'na say is gonna, "Be this way" It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God" Ways, be this way Ways, be this way Ways, be this way
