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ghostface killah - out da way كلمات الأغنية

aiyo aiyo, what up, yo?
what up, y’all? this that pretty toney sh-t
aiyo, i know there’s a lot of hoods and sh-t out there
a lot of n-gg-s done got bodied
a lot of n-gg-s done got robbed and sh-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 sh-t
sh-t always gonna be this way and that’s a m-th-f-cka fact
true gangsta sh-t, y’all, yo, yo, yo

when y’all turn my mic up in here, bareback sh-t
know what i mean? tired of y’all m-th-f-ckas and sh-t
one two, f-ck around and clob on one of y’all m-th-f-ckas
yo spidey, put that reverb sh-t, on
come on, “can you feel it? can you feel it?”, yeah
“can you feel it?”, let’s go, f-ck 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, n-gg-s
that’s how buck brought the building
and the police is p-ssy, 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 b-tches, ice baggin’ up work
that’s how we get down, f-ck 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’ sh-t, you heard

yo, they lick forty rounds, today
okay, plus the sh-t is mad hot around the way
n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck on any time or day
or if he dyin’ today, or could he find a way

blow n-gg-s over ‘turt, b-tches, dimes and trays
blow a n-gg- 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 f-ggots in lobbies, the heat burn off his eyelashes
don’t try to p-ss 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

b-st-rd, we c-ck and squeeze after we leave our ratchets
we keep the hood cryin’ for m-ssive 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 sh-t
maybe artillery’s heavy like a bunch of fat chicks
brr baow! ain’t no comin’ back, b-tch!

yo, they lick forty rounds, today
okay, plus the sh-t is mad hot around the way
n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck on any time or day
or if he dyin’ today, or could he find a way

ways, be this way
ways, be this way
ways, be this way

- ghostface killah

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