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 f**kin' sales, though (It's funny—)

Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son

F**k, we— we gotta— c'mon, f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k is you doin', man, huh? Huh?

The f**k you talking to?

I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)

You ain't talking to me

The f**k you talking about?

Open your hand, man, what the f**k is that in your hand, man? What?

Huh? What? The f**k— (Ayo, come here)

The f**k I say? (Oh, shit)

Come here! (Motherf**k—), oh, shit

This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?

Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)

*Gunshots*

F**k! 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, f**k that, man, seventeen

Man, get the f**k 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 b***h 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

B****tproof

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, some**mes 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