Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) [feat. Ghostface Killah]

So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'? Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on I'ma go talk to this cat Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on) Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?) Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit I know he ain't down with your team Who? I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—) Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is Come on, come on, right over there There he go, right there There he go, right there, kid That cat? Word up Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you) What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh? The fuck you talking to? I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?) You ain't talking to me The fuck you talking about? Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What? Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here) The fuck I say? (Oh, shit) Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why? Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here) *Gunshots* Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son) Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo You bleedin' son, bad, son Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this Take this, take this, go on I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man) Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen Man, get the fuck outta here, man Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead Hold that shit, son Go ahead, man, go ahead Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn) Yo (We gon' get that cat, man) It's the remix, son Can it be, act like you know Check it Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths) Dedicated to babies who came feet first Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state) Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids) Dedicated to man who build pyramids Word up, what the f— yo We taking you on another chamber Word up, son, you know how we be on it Yeah, it's real Show these crabs how to rhyme, man I think it's time to bless them, word up Bulletproof First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin Niggas wilding, old folks scream, "Stop the violence!" (The violence) True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas Play enough crap games for what? See Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz Mad Timbs with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go) Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people) (Word up, peace to all my brothers) —All so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy) Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up) Peace to man, woman and child Word up (We got you covered, baby) Projects (We're here for you) Projects peoples, one love Keep your head clear, we outta here Move in silence Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece Bald heads, braids (For real, though) Blowouts (The Island) Yo, fly chicks It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp Peace to the Clan No other producer can compare, boy Word up Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit For real, y'all