Be Easy - Ghostface Killah, Ice Cube

Yeah, what’s happening, New York City?

It’s ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin' house tonight

Know what I mean?

(Don't fuck with Ghost, you’ll feel sorry)

We about to get it popping, let’s go

Yo, yo

Tell your crew to be easy

Niggas 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

Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh

You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh

Every time you go uptown, you get gypped, uh

That’s karma, boy, running your lip, uh

You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh

You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh

I’m in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh

You at the bar, wodie, drinking my piss, uh

The yellow shit in the bottle ain’t Cris', son

You turned your motherfuckin' head, nigga, 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 lot of shit without that liquor, yup

We mossied up, so take our picture

I’m like the boogeyman, nigga, I’ll get ya

Whether now, later, afterlife or scripture

Yeah, oh shit, ayo, Tone, hurry up and get 'em, nigga

You know what I mean?

It’s about to pop off

Y’all niggas clear the fucking floor

Get the fuck out the way, come on

Tell your crew to be easy

Niggas 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

Yo, it’s Tone in the building, the team’s in the building

Niggas wanna beef, w​​​hat up, what up, what up?

We packed to the ceiling, we constantly chilling

We can 'cause we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut​​​​​​

Shimmy, shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay now

Yes, my birthday landed in May, now

Peace to Dirt Dog, I’m back like déjà vu

Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo

Ahh, you bitch niggas better listen up

Anybody front, paramedics gon' 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 shit

When the heat’s on, you know I draw it

I had his number down, Toney just called it

Yo, ayo, Pete Rock, good looking, nigga

Staten Island, yo, Theodore

What’s the deal?

Slap me one of the ratchets

I’m about to go in, yo

Tell your crew to be easy

Niggas 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

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 Wallabees

Pretty bitches got my number, y’all can dial me

I stick it up like a nice 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., they 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, shit, the flow’s Bounty

Y’all can just crown me

Yeah, that’s right

I’d like to thank y’all for coming out tonight

How y’all like that shit?

You know what I mean, who really run New York?

This is that Theodore shit, motherfucker