Be Easy (Ft. Trife Da God)

Yeah what's happpening New York city

It's ya boy ghost in the muthaf**kin' house tonight

Not me

Don't f**k with ghost you'll feel sorry

Nah that you know that the sea

Yo yo

Tell your crew to be easy niggaz 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

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 nigga 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 shit and the bottle ain't Crys' son

You turned your muthaf**kin' head nigga we switched 'em

You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister

You in the other room huh you couldn't sleep uh

Pop a lotta shit without that liquor yup

We mind seat up so take our picture

I'm like the boogeyman nigga I'll get ya

Whether now or later afterlife or switcher

Yeah oh shit aiyo tone hurry up and get 'em nigga

You know what it mean it's about to pop off

Ya'll niggaz clear the f**king floor

Get the f**k out the way come on

Tell your crew to be easy niggaz 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 teams in the building

Niggaz 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

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 bitch niggaz better listen up

Anybody front paramedics gonna pick 'em up

They try to save you sware to God I hit the nurse up

Like nah doc he look better in a herse 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 aiyo 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 niggaz 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 easy and uh

So what come on now some of y'all people

Might know me from my wallabies

Pretty bitches 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 shit the flow's bounty

Ya'll can just crown me

Yeah that's right

I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight

How y'all like that shit you know what it mean

You really run New York

This is that Theodore shit muthaf**ker