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Be Easy (feat. Ice Cube)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Be Easy (feat. Ice Cube) was released on January 1, 2006 by Def Jam Recordings as a part of the album Fishscale (Expanded Edition)
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2006
LabelDef Jam Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

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

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, what's happenin', New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin' house tonight
Know what I mean? We about to get it poppin'
Let's go
Yo, yo!
[Verse 2]
Tell yo crew to be easy, **** running 'round
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Give word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's in the house
Put the record on replay
[Verse 3]
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh
Everytime you go uptown, you get gypped, uh
That's karma, boy, runnin' your lip, uh
You be fronting like you got a buncha chicks, uh
You be at home ****, beatin' your dick, uh
I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh
The yellow shit and the bottle ain't Crys', son
You turned your motherfuckin' head, ****, we switched 'em
You just mad 'cause I'm hittin' your sister
You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh
Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup
We might seat up, so take our picture
I'm like the boogeyman, ****, I'll get ya
Whether now, later, afterlife or switcher
[Verse 4]
Yeah, oh shit, hey, yo, Tone, hurry up and get 'em ****
You know what I mean, it's about to pop off
Y'all **** clear the fucking floor
Get the fuck out the way, come on!
[Verse 5]
Tell yo crew to be easy, **** running 'round
With the fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Give word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's in the house
Put the record on replay
[Verse 6]
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 7]
Shimmy, shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yeah, now
Yes, my birthday landed in May now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu
Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo
Ah, you bitch **** better listen up
Anybody front, paramedics gonna 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 gun, yo, will crack the floor, shit
When the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Tony just called it
[Verse 8]
The pyroclastic flow
You know the side, bitch
You know the side, bitch!
Huh, ah
[Verse 9]
Fuck you if you don't think I get money
I get it all day standin' in the hallway
On Broadway, bitches wanna call Shea
Over to the car, but ho, I'm the superstar
Get your ass out, fuck if you pass out
Walk over to your man, pull the cash out
He put it in my hand, watch a **** mash out
Walk back to your car with your ass out
Fuck a ghostwriter, **** down with Ghostface
I'm a killa with the chrome all in your face
Blow your face back, turn you into a ghost
Hit you like Kenny hit Casper on the post
West Coast, yeah, ho, you gotta love it
It's Ice Cube, yeah bitch, I got it covered
I got a movie for your kids, a dick for your bitch
A .45 slug for your wig
They wanna put me off the league like Terrell
Till they see these smokin' double-barrels (Ka-plow!)
Ice Cube will fuck off movie money
Then serve you on the mic and make whitey feel funny
[Verse 10]
Yeah, that's right
I'd like to thank y'all for comin' out tonight
How y'all like that shit?
You know what I mean, who really run New York?
This is that Theodore shit, motherfucka
Written by: Dennis Coles, Leon Sylvers III, O'Shea Jackson, Peter Phillips
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