Aiyo... aiyo, what up, yo What up, ya'll, this that Pretty Toney shit Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there A lot of niggas done got bodied A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit 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 shit Shit always gonna be this way, and that's a muthafucka fact! True gangsta shit, ya'll, yo, yo, yo When ya'll turn my mic up in here, bareback shit Knowhatimean? Tired of ya'll muthafuckas and shit One-two, fuck around and clob on one of ya'll muthafuckas Yo Spidey, put that reverb shit, on Come on... "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" Yeah "Can you feel it..." Let's go, fuck 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, niggas That's how Buck brought the building And the police is pussy, 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 bitches, Ice baggin' up work That's how we get down, fuck 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' shit, you heard! Yo, they lick forty rounds, today Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga 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!" 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 faggots 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 Bastard, we cock 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 shit Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back bitch! "Ways... be this way!"