Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostface Killah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dennis Coles
Composer
Peter Phillips
Composer
Leon Sylvers III
Composer
O'Shea Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Rock
Producer
Anthony "Acid" Caputo
Recording Engineer
Nikos Teneketzis
Mixing Engineer
Dyre Gormsen
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[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, what 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

