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Be Easy
22.732
Hip-Hop/Rap
Be Easy foi lançado em 1 de janeiro de 2006 por Def Jam Recordings como parte do álbum Fishscale (Expanded Edition)
album cover
Data de lançamento1 de janeiro de 2006
SeloDef Jam Recordings
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM95

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Interpretação
Trife da God
Trife da God
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Composição
Peter Phillips
Peter Phillips
Composição
Leon Sylvers III
Leon Sylvers III
Composição
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Produção
Anthony "Acid" Caputo
Anthony "Acid" Caputo
Engenharia (gravação)
Nikos Teneketzis
Nikos Teneketzis
Engenharia (mixagem)
Dyre Gormsen
Dyre Gormsen
Engenharia (mixagem imersiva)

Letra

[Intro]
Yeah, what's happening, New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the **** house tonight
Know what I mean? (Don't **** with Ghost, you'll feel sorry)
We about to get it popping, let's go
Yo, yo
[Chorus]
Tell your crew to be easy
**** 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
[Verse 1]
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh
Every time you go uptown, you get gypped, uh
That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh
You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh
You be at home, ****, beating your ****, uh
I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, wodie, drinking my ****, uh
The yellow **** in the bottle ain't Cris', son
You turned your **** head, ****, we switched 'em
You just mad 'cause I'm hitting your sister
You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh
Pop a lot of **** without that liquor, yup
We mossied up, so take our picture
I'm like the boogeyman, ****, I'll get ya
Whether now, later, afterlife or scripture
Yeah, ayo, Tone, hurry up and get 'em, ****
You know what I mean? It's about to pop off
Come on
[Chorus]
Tell your crew to be easy
**** 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
[Refrain]
Yo, it's Tone in the building, the team's in the building
**** wanna beef, w​​​hat up, what up, what up?
We packed to the ceiling, we constantly chilling
We can 'cause we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut​​​​​​
[Verse 2]
Shimmy, shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay now
Yes, my birthday landed in May, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like déjà vu
Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo
Ahh, you **** **** better listen up
Anybody front, paramedics gon' pick 'em up
They try to save you, swear to God, I hit the nurse up
Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck"
I tried to ignore it, his people saw it
I ain't the type dude you go to war with
My Polo **** , yo, will crack the floor ****
When the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just called it
Yo, ayo, Pete Rock, good looking, ****
Staten Island, yo, Theodore
What's the deal? Slap me one of the ratchets
I'm about to go in, yo
[Chorus]
Tell your crew to be easy
**** 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
[Verse 3]
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 eas'", and uh, so what? Come on
Now some of y'all people might know me from my Wallabees
Pretty **** got my number, y'all can dial me
I stick it up like a nice cake robbery
And when I'm done, y'all can fingernail 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., they ain't as wild as me
They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of **** brownies
Tone got the powder, squeeze, don't surround me
Quick to pick a honey up, ****, the flow's Bounty
Y'all can just crown me
[Outro]
Yeah, that's right
I'd like to thank y'all for coming out tonight
How y'all like that ****?
You know what I mean, who really run New York?
This is that Theodore ****, ****
Written by: Dennis Coles, Leon Sylvers III, O'Shea Jackson, Peter Phillips
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