Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way
A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit
It's like that in the hood, he in the grimy say
Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics
Come on, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?", yeah
Anonimos' in the hood, it's a fact, we could do magic
The little mans'll connect and they touch that fabric
Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away
We keep the hood cryin' for massive havoc
Forensic scientists called in to display graphics
Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas kill
Semi gangstas with weak tactics
But what we try'na say is gonna, "Be this way"
The black Carlo Gambino, rockin' the wallo's
Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way
Tone Stark, a poet's art, kiss the girls
Blow his diamonds in Z-No's, spicey, verses is jalapeno
It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God"
Yo feed them lead carrots
Our specialty is how we willie, niggas
"Can you feel it?", let's go, fuck it
You know what I mean? We love a lot of things in the hood
Brr baow! Ain't no comin' back, bitch!
Bonin' these two white bitches, Ice baggin' up work
But time goes on and if we don't change a lot of shit
A lot of niggas done got bodied
This that real live don' shit, you heard
When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback shit
It's like that in the hood, he in the grimy say
Splatter faggots in lobbies, the heat burn off his eyelashes
Smack DVD's, blowin' herb, I'm in the room
Only place on the map that got the 30 dollar bill
Yo Spidey, put that reverb shit, on
Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way
That's how we get down, fuck Vegas
True gangsta shit, y'all, yo, yo, yo
Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away
Ways, be this way
They connect, with baseheads then they frisk our birds
Shit always gonna be this way and that's a muthafucka fact
Real tragic, them hollows'll race through your jacket
They brain is spleen, it's left all over a fiend's mattress
Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there
Don't try to pass this, back up or you'll receive something
Bastard, we cock and squeeze after we leave our ratchets
Ways, be this way
That's how Buck brought the building
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Know what I mean? Tired of y'all muthafuckas and shit
Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day
But what we try'na say is gonna, "Be this way"
And we front like we got millions
Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks
Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays
One two, fuck around and clob on one of y'all muthafuckas
The only thing that can stop 'em is that tephlon phat shit
It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God"
Best to leave, when I'm in the big Escalade, I'm sittin' on Dino
With big carrots and static, with that leaves the bad habits
No Trix we take from silly rabbits
Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way
And the police is pussy, they protect and serve
Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
For square inch to his back winds
And bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts
